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