Trap Trap Trap

D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
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I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all 
cash
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Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
D#m                            
First one on the block, woah, I
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 need mine off the top, uh
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Overtown, he got shot, but he 
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died in Opa-locka
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Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em
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 up, hmm, hmm
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See the look on my face (woo!) 
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like Carol City one state
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Niggas hate on my sound, 'til I
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 went the first round
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Then I earnt the Lombardi, 
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ain't no fuckboys allowed
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Only fuck if she exclusive, her
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 favorite rapper Lil Boosie
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To tell the truth I didn't ask,
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 when it come to bitches I'm Gucci
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I'm the wrong one to rob, in 
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the jungle I'm Nas
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In the label I'm Russ, in the 
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trap I'm Rick Ross
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Double M, Goldman Sachs, just 
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like Omar and Khloe
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You can't dial for the packs, I
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 sent you right back loaded

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m                            A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all 
cash
G#m                            A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
D#m
I was tryna bet the whole map
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Out in Vegas, out the trap
D#m
Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the 
trap
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Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap
A#m
 (nigga goin' ape shit)
D#m
Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
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Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap
D#m
Young nigga slave in the trap
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Nigga run base, base in the trap
D#m
I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', 
yeah
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Answer the door with the Woolie, 
A#m
yeah
D#m
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
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I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin',
A#m
 yeah
D#m
Stand at the stove 'til you're 
woozy, woozy
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Let's make a movie, movie, yeah
D#m
Move, move, move
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Bitch, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, 
A#m
yeah
D#m
So many different meds on me
D#m
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
D#m
Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, 
homie, reds
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Draco got a lot of lead on it, 
                  A#m
you dead

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m                            A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all 
cash
G#m                            A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 3: Wale]
D#m
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
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I ain't nothin' like the trap 
                        A#m
niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
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Uber crates 'til the Feds pull 
                  A#m
up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
D#m
I'm the type, holla at the wife
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Her body yours, but her soul is mine
D#m
Adios, do a hundred 20
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All she want is good dick and advice
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Wraith, scrappin' my tires, 
                  A#m
Jameson 'til I'm fried
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Famous here but I'm humble, 
                  A#m
Double M the Empire
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Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie,
                  A#m
 he LeBron James
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Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top
  A#m
I've been SportsCenter every day
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I ain't nothin' like them trap 
                  A#m
guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
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I kinda never do back down, leave
                  A#m
 a nigga high via rap lines
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Get a beat, leave it baptized, 
                  A#m
mob ties, but it's black lives
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Black lives, nigga, trap lives, 
                      A#m
gimme five on the black side

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m                            A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all 
cash
G#m                            A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap