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trap trap trap - rick ross lyrics

[intro: rick ross]
beep
beep
i’m sittin’ at the red light
my ankle monitor beepin’
hadn’t been charged
i think i see the beeper
bounce

[chorus: rick ross]
i took my roof off at the red light
i took my roof off at the red light
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
brown bag legend when it’s all cash
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[verse 1: rick ross]
first one on the block, woah
i need mine off the top, uh
over town, he got shot
muddy died in [?]
couldn’t save one hummer
hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
see the look on my face (woo!)
like [?]
n-gg-s hate on my sound
’til i went the [?]
then i earnt the lombardi
ain’t no f-ckboys allowed
only f-ck if she exclusive
her favorite rapper lil boosie
to tell the truth i didn’t ask
when it come to b-tches i’m gucci
i’m the wrong one to rob
in the jungle i’m nas
in the label i’m russ
in the trap i’m rick ross
double m, goldman sachs
just like omar and khloe
you can’t dial for the packs
i sent you right back loaded

[chorus: rick ross & young thug]
i took my roof off at the red light
i took my roof off at the red light
i took my roof off at the red light
roof off at the red light
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
trap, trap
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
brown bag legend when it’s all cash
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[verse 2: young thug]
i was tryna bet the whole map, vegas, stay in the trap
n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
man i’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (n-gg- goin’ ape in)
n-gg- watch your babies in the trap
n-gg- cook a whole base in the trap
young n-gg- slave in the trap
n-gg- run base, base in the trap
i’m ’bout to get this sh-t movin’, yeah
answer the door with the woolie, yeah
wrist in the water, i need me a boat
i’m ’bout to get this sh-t cruisin’, yeah
stand at the store ’til you’re woozy, woozy
let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
movie, movie, movie
b-tch i’m richer than tom cruise, yeah
so many different meds on me
f-ck around, call the fed on me
boom boom boom your head, homie
draco got a lot of lead on it
you dead

[verse 3: wale]
wale though
i ain’t nothin’ like the trap n-gg-s
goyard backpack n-gg-
uber crates ’til the feds pull up
woo woo, cataracts, n-gg-
i’m the type, holla at the wife
her body yours, but her soul is mine
adios, do a hundred 20
all she want is good d-ck and advice
[?]
[?]
famous here but i’m humble
double m the empire
renzel got me all day
kyrie, he lebron james
tired n-gg-s say folarin [?] sportscenter every day
i ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
i mean i kinda do bag dimes
i kinda never do back down
leave a n-gg- high via rap lines
get a beat, leave it baptized
mob ties, but it’s black lives
black lives, n-gg-, trap lives
gimme five on the black side

- rick ross lyrics

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