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trap sauce - soulja boy lyrics

[intro: soulja boy]
mango
soulja
young rich n*ggas, gang
gang gang
yeah n*gga
you know what the f*ck going on
real northside sh*t

[verse 1: soulja boy]
i’m getting to the money n*gga, the f*ck you think this is?
b*tch i was rich before i even had a deal
call up the plug, i pour up a whole seal
bust down my roli, i iced out [?]
me and mango, we bout to take a trip
hit the highway with a hundred and fifty bricks
hop out the rari looking like the president

[chorus: soulja boy]
trap sauce dripping on my [?]
trap sauce, i’m having that trap sauce
trap sauce, i’m dripping in trap sauce
f*cking your b*tch, i’m blowing her back out
post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
trap sauce, dripping all in the bentley coope
hop out the rari, you know that my n*ggas shoot
f*cking your b*tch, you know what i’m bout to do
trap sauce dripping on my [?]
[verse 2: soulja boy]
[?] put it in the air
money gang n*ggas don’t shoot in the air
you safe in your hood, don’t come over here
big mac 11 shoot him in the [?]
i take the bricks, i make them disappear
that’s not a new b*tch, i f*cked that b*tch last year
hit the wrong spot, n0body was there
in the rari switching to the 5th gear
i been having [?]
trappin, riding around with that fellony
grippin that draco, ain’t no n*gga testing me
stand in the trap, and [?] whole thing
see a hundred everytime [?]
in zone 1 serving that cocaine
get the f*ck back, n*gga don’t know me
[?] whole thing
[?] moving so slowly
bought a brick, could’ve bought me a roli
catch me in the trap, i’m grippin that cobi
drive that mazerati just like it’s stolen
i got that bag on me, they say i’m holding
look at my pinky ring, sh*t frozen
i got them keys, keys zaytoven
[?] on my bentley, i’m rolling
[chorus: soulja boy]
trap sauce dripping on my [?]
trap sauce, i’m having that trap sauce
trap sauce, i’m dripping in trap sauce
f*cking your b*tch, i’m blowing her back out
post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
trap sauce, dripping all in the bentley coope
hop out the rari, you know that my n*ggas shoot
f*cking your b*tch, you know what i’m bout to do
trap sauce dripping on my [?]

[verse 3: mango foo]
trap sauce, i got the dab flew
jim carey, bring the mask through
got some people at your door with bad news
came from trappin, serving out of bathrooms
hit the pot, i gotta get the extras
body slam a brick like wrestlers
make your ho give me top in a tesla
then i leave her, cause i got the best of her
yrn, and they say we some loonitics
going [?] in the pot like i’m ludacris
i just bust down my watch with some lugy spit
i’m a thief in the night, i’m a hooligin
i don’t rap, n*gga i really do this sh*t
yeah yeah you got guns, shoot that sh*t
imma beat the pot, black and blue the sh*t
i remix the rock, dope on my [?]
[chorus: soulja boy]
trap sauce dripping on my [?]
trap sauce, i’m having that trap sauce
trap sauce, i’m dripping in trap sauce
f*cking your b*tch, i’m blowing her back out
post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
trap sauce, dripping all in the bentley coope
hop out the rari, you know that my n*ggas shoot
f*cking your b*tch, you know what i’m bout to do
trap sauce dripping on my [?]

- soulja boy lyrics

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