Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sugar Trap, artist - Rico Nasty. Album song Sugar Trap 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sugar Trap
Song language: English
Sugar Trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
We got OG, we got powder, we got choppers and flowers |
If you scared go call the opps 'cause we don’t welcome no cowards |
We keeps sticks and when we spray it’s like a cinnamon shower |
You’d think it’s diesel in the trap 'cause all we smoking is sour |
I remember being broke, I used to dream about power |
Now it’s bitches in the trap and they do what I desire |
They can tell I’m on my shit 'cause all I put out is fire |
These bitches wearing hand me downs, while I’m wearing designer |
And I bet yo nigga know me, I might be his supplier |
Sugar Trap, I’m on a mag, that’s why you bitches all sour |
Always keep a pretty strap because it match my attire |
She wanna hate me so bad, but secretly admire, yeah |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Yeah, haha |
You ain’t welcome in the trap if you ain’t gettin' no money |
Broke ass niggas be so quick to try to take somethin' from me |
We ain’t chefs up in this bitch, but bitch we stay with them onions |
You know that we don’t follow rules, do what we want, we don’t suffer |
See them hollows hit the air, no we don’t blink when we dumpin' |
My bitches always with the shits, so don’t think about jumpin' |
Got money all around the house, they know that we up to somethin' |
These hoes be actin' all hard, but they soft as a muffin |
I ain’t wanna pull your card, but I know you be bluffin' |
We ain’t in here baking cakes, bitch it’s pounds in the oven |
Niggas love fake trappin', you ain’t getting no money |
If we want it, we gon' take it, run up on ‘em they runnin' |
You ain’t never bust no heat bitch, I was raised in the jungle |
Mix the sugar with the trap, they think that I’m up to somethin' |
Got this shit all on my own ain’t need nobody for nothin' |
How you expect to eat, and you don’t even know how to hustle? |
Yeah yeah |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |
Welcome to my sugar trap, welcome to my sugar trap |