Trae Tha Truth - Tricken Every Car I Get lyrics

rate me

feat. Future & Boosie Badaazz

(Hook)

I drop top over hard time

I treat it into real, that remain

Then I had the shoes on the field

You get all right her on the street

I’m tricken every single car I get x 3

(Verse)

Yeah, made grind and hit the back rolls, it’s about trippin’

On top of glance, cover in black, tell ‘em I’m tippin’

Losin’ control, I lang, I lang, you was swearin’ that I was sleepin’

Probably cuz I’m too igga to spray out until we drippin’

Now play with your bitch, go diamonds on my necklace

You lay the shots, I call the bird and go to rise slow like it’s Texas

Got the attitude and don’t give a fuck about fifty close when I did this

No ties drop, I let her go, I know the bitch will hate and she admit this

I flip and put this lights of, this on my place, I got ice on

Trickin’ bitch I’m back off, get damn if I get presto

This haters ain’t gonna say shit

They do, they go get wiped on

Do what they listen and roll on day

Full speed with all my pipes on

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(Verse)

Gotta have a drop top, losin’ in the hot spot

You fine with no drop, I see it then come and get job

Fine to hit and stay cock, so you can stay and haze a lot

For that D-Ball I remember, I use to break on diam

Pain wet, uh kill ‘em like that

Boosy right for, and I pay for hunnit flag

For twins in the back gotta have a lil to know it

For beat on the Malay, we’re real ghetto boy

Here me yo seven core, send it to my essay

Spread that thang K. but my reapt will wiped on next day

Peanut butter inside cover up in plastic

Stand bout cheval well, right fly everywhere, boosy

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(Verse)

Yeah I’m in the hood, bitches yell me they love me

Get in the scoop, you gonna be naked with body like boofy

Why every time I hit the block niggas faces get ugly

Tell them haters I’m on my game, it ain’t nothin’ above me

I live my money, get reckless

You see that bitch that I just got?

I lean and ways with no feelings

Can’t cool me down, it turns so hot

Can’t change up, I got change up,

I got shit on luck and get changed up

Bout 20 goals and they end up

Bitch play with me, you can’t end up

I’m in this lambo, artillery like lambo

Don’t fuck with me on prime time

Don’t get your hoers should dance on

Ain’t got too much codeine

Tell ‘em hoers I’m gone now, this what I do on 2 hunnit

Tell ‘em hoers I’m gone now

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