Trae Tha Truth - Free Spirit Ft. Drake Rick Ross J lyrics

rate me

What you're doing here?

What's up nigger?

I'm trying to get into something!

What you're talking about?

I don't know about you

I say we go fuck with some hoes or something

Yeah, I'm with that!

You can have any other.... outside

Where the keys at?

I'm out in the bank, or something

Let's go!

..this bitch need to drop out on his friends

They say this bitch got all the way to the moon

This bitch ...

She thinks she's... try to make it to the crib

Fuck that shit, I...

A real nigger it ain't nothing like this

..ain't nothing like this

I think I smell those pranks...

shoot that hoes like talking to ya all

Nigger we're the shit, I don't know what they are

This money in my life won't leave

Therefore nigger, I'm dangerous

I fuck up anytime a nigger want

Money...

Tell a bad bitch girl, lets go hang

You know me, Rolex, gold chain

Fuck my young niggas, XO gang

Get so drunk you forget yo name

Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit

Got black wood in my white Range, I'm taking off when that light change

I'm Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes

I miss this and I want it back, so I'm all in with these new flows

New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great

Pimp flows ‘n screw flows, my shit be sounding like grape tapes, now

Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road

These days keep going by too fast, so give anything that make shit go slow

Yea, money in my safe, but I’m living dangerous

They told me shit would change, but I don’t really see no change in us

Chorus:

Tat my name on you so I know its real

Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real

I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it

‘Cause when I'm not around, I’ll still be there in spirit

You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine

Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea

You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours

Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup

I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune

I play with her mind, she masturbate with my Porsche

Its simple love, it’s simple love

Her chest nice, not a wrinkle on her ass

Puffin’ purple hash welcome to my power circle

Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working

Rolls Royce rollin’, rose gold rollie’s

MBA accountants, amounts they get on...

But mama still praying for her rubberband man

When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin’

Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled

Chorus:

Tat my name on you so I know its real

Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real

I know it hurts, But I ain't tryna hear it

‘Cause when Im not around, I’ll still be there in spirit

You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine

Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea

You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours

Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup