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letra de trap sauce - champagneloner

verse 1 (israel nkadi): don’t get c-cky with me
don’t go rocky on me
that girl keep staring at me
and am like what’s so funny
don’t be the n-gga that was trynna run up
on me
take a shot lemme see if you aim well at me
i tame a b-tch by locking her in her cage that’s me
i f-cked i girl named ivy it was poison at first sight
i had my foresight
that girl was s-xy her mind was dirty
but she would never text me
o my god arrest me
my mind so thirsty
she graduated me in bed before i got that cl-ss
call me bill cause you no i got that cash
don’t close that gate b lemme tap that -ss
she’s am all you can eat
b-tch please
lemme fast
my money’s green so i sleep on that gad d-mn gr-ss
she talk expensive but her net worth say cheap
money s-x hustle sleep

b-tch please repeat

chorus (joel ibz): walk in the trap like a boss
walk in the trap and i flex with the sauce
ibz here with the hennessy
f-cking your b-tch that’s a loss
me and c loner a team
skrr in your crib and we f-ck up a beam
spalsh in the water i’m cooking up steam
a check now these b-tches on me
x2

verse 2 (champagneloner):
i gotta go
put the money in my condo
i got live -ss b-tches everywhere
they wanna come through

put the money on my wrist
and all my diamonds block my gills
f-cking all these m-th-rf-ckers
and these chickens wanna spill

pack your bags and go b-tch
i don’t need you in my life
i got you from the f-cking trap and you go f-cking up my life
i f-ck your hoe cus that’s my hubby
we on a routine schedule
all these lines i be writing i should probably get a medal

trapping cus all my n-gga’s drip in sauce
like my last single drip slowly cus we drip in gold

all my n-gga’s blown cus we don’t do no hoes
like we know
f-ck it all my ice froze
i should probably let you know

i don’t like it
all these n-gga’s wanna hate
pull up in a rafe
all we trynna do is educate
we pull up in a sp-ce ship cus we know burna yeah
pull up way back cus all these birds trapping yeah

pull up way back cus of all these birds be trapping yeah

verse 3 (joel ibz): you n-ggas can’t come to my bando
pull up just know we got loaded extendos
me and my n-ggas we run this sh-t
disrespect me i’mma f-ck your b-tch

now that i’m rapping yo girl wanna suck my d-ck
living the life with my boys they can’t ever switch
wait
ibz yeah make the money rain
ice on my wrist diamonds on my chain

counting up hundreds i go insane
gun to your head bullet to your brain
run it up run it run it up
i’m whipping up dope but it ain’t cocaine

im making these bands in a hurry
i’m shooting my shots just like curry
i walk in the trap with my gucci gang
i drip on my walk , mcflurries

drop drop drop , whippin in my drop top
n-ggas on me tryna time me , b-tch i got the stop watch

i f-ck on your b-tch she a savage
i think that her name was lateefah
i’m pulling up shows like a maverick
i’m doing the dash with no reefah

ibz rich , i left your career in a ditch
i thought you would hit back
but you just a scared little b-tch m

word to my man’s i think that she playing you
my word of advice is to play it cool
one minute i’m here , next season we there
skrring up shows in a bentley coupe
yaaaa

- champagneloner

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