Trae Tha Truth

Trae Tha Truth - I Do This lyrics

rate me

Let's give 'em something to talk about

This the streets

I do this

This Trae Tha Truth

I do this

Houston, where'd they go?

DJ Khaled

They countin' 3-0-5

We the best music up in here

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Asshole by nature til them bitches remember

I'm a hundred a biller, chain cold as December

Bitch I'm packaging weather, talk and smoke like the winter

If I don't meet that same gorillas uninvited for dinner

Man the jury say fuck 'em, whoever these niggas who with me

Haters get VIP, send a whole clique, bet your section

Set me up for the automatic, that's at your discretion

Police need guns, them bitches flying with no direction

Realest nigga in it, won't that title nigga take your place?

Yea I'm on that shit that had these niggas tryna break your face

They know I'm a problem in the streets, I never believe in fate

Chopper in this 9 to lift

Have a T, get off the safe

Bid it ain't nothing greater

Ball first, never later

Give 'em half the clique, gilder not AB and relegator

They do what I tell them, I tell them run up inside her

Hater in the hood like a mechanic, flush 'em like a radiator

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

I do this (come on)

I do this for real, I do this for real

I do this for real, I do this for real

I do this for real, I do this for real

I do this for real...

They walk in here hundred, by the ball hunter play

Nigga don't want nothing with me, trying to say none of that

Got a problem with me, we you see me we can hammer that

Find out where the cameras at, then we let the hammer splat

Crack dealer, certified track nigga

Rap niggas reg it now where you at nigga?

It's hustle gang, known to let them muzzle thing

Making change on music, movies, cocaine and other things

I don't play with nothing but a long cane

Run up at a big nigga, lay him out the wrong way

Don't play with cyber thug, no matter what my balls say

Well, unless you catch a nigga on a wrong day

Call a bitch, you called a bitch, she with you while you talkin' shit

Run up on you with that 8'er, all you say is oh shit

All of you they keep to deckin' while bustin' that

Fully automati-ti-ti-ti-c, what you lookin' at?

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

Turn the lights on

I do this (come on)

I do this for real, I do this for real

I do this for real, I do this for real

I do this for real, I do this for real

I do this for real...

Turn the lights on<br />

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