Trae Tha Truth

Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible 3 lyrics

rate me

(ft. Lil Wayne , Jadakiss & Rick Ross)

my attitude is fuck it house biggest public,

shopping is a pleasure pinky ring or nug it

niggas like the rose ship clean not to buck it

i lean to the side white whip michael douglas hard times called for drastic measures

i called my doll he wanna mac eleven

forty rose hola with a yellin, niggas dead serious choppin with the shoulders strap

microphone michael colio i know i’m wrong

the man of above love for me to signure poms

so sing alone you know the song i’m sing

bring the thing along i gotta feed the team

is rose i need a hundred bottles, yellow bitch es all of them swallow

age town nigga three'o'five i can move em packs

All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on

Them goons at your front door, choppers out: “ding dong!”

Didn’t I change the game and put my motherf-cking team on

Now let my chopper ring

“Baka!” is my ringtone

F-ck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes

We hold court with them heaters

“Pop!” case open/closed

Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole

And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos

I get loaded til I motherf-cking overload

Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes

Ask them bitches, I told em hoes

They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho

Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket

Pull em hammers out and run them nigga’s like Stocktons

Got some niggas from my city

Thugga, Dizzy, Flow

Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, biaatch!

triple back in the mirror fined the mother streets

quarter back and bricks on top of these players gleeks

all these stones for my nigga is part of the streets

the danger were part of my sits

i’m in the hood undicivaded but the haters watchin

couple feelin ain’t sits invisible

competition is murder haters i’m killin

f*ck my money machine i don’t count it i blow it

it’s my money concede it you've beem in the hood when i do it

i’m an asshole deep .. reckless, i from city houston

you can tell em the bitches,the king of the streets

somewhere deep with gorillas, can’t you see the gorillas

the others tell the truth …

..i know you b*tches hate it

i’m in the new .. the one who ..created

i can’t give you a diamond but i can give you fade it

before you become a member you get initiated

a lot of racks big ice heavy weapon the hood still love me ‘cause i ever left

i distribute it, i get rid of it, so coming back

every beat of it, territorial so memorial and don’t feel bad

talking the only you

this is real shit and that’s nonsense

i got .. i got .. i got investors i get sponsors

..true i’m with monsters, ain’t nothing for sure

and i got ..we’re rushin the door .

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Thanks to feel

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