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All this niggas hating and they faking, they bullshitting
Game is over check me in
Checkmate, I'm rolling the dice
Give me my rollie, give my
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
I tell em
yeah
I tell em
yeah
I tell em Hey!
goin for da top
and i aint even tryna wait
all about my business
I aint even
haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time
haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time
haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
to the niggas they scared
You know you wanna get your pussy ass at the car Trae
Cause you don't wanna see me and Trae da Truth
With the Mac, that'll let the whole
pa
Da bi da pa daw
Da bi da bi da pa
Da bi da bi da pa
Da bi da bi da bi da pa
Da bi da pa daw
The way you make me feel (Ah uhn)
Is nobody's business
Always stand on business , get dat drop and my give my ace da work . We gone count this paper first , then we fuck them hoes later , baddest in my city
hopped out, all my girls
Yeah, we look bad
By the end of the night
We gonna shut 'em up
Oh, what's that you say?
Can you speak any louder?
The more they
hopped out, all my girls yeah, we look bad
By the end of the night we gonna shut ‘em up
Oh, what’s that you say?
Can you speak any louder? The more they
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
Breakin bread and break 'em off with the Swishahouse man, what it do
[Verse 17 - Chamillionaire - imitating Trae]
So they don't wanna get it
Really really
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Let's get down, let's get down to business
Let's get down, let's get down
Let's get down, let's get down
Let's get down, let's get down
Let's
da cell (free em)
When dey get out we Gone Give em hell (on gang)
I just love finessin and smoking my dope (Gas)
MaryJane I can't let ha go
N****s be
What the business is?
Word on the street, Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch, get your mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get your mind right, let me
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
leave
I can’t lie she went live w no stream
Mix that money w dirty n clean dey no
Ion give a fuck run it up by any means
Im like yadadiemean?
They
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
(*talking*)
Screwzoo, what's the deal baby
Lil' Trae up in here, putting it down
Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying
Everybody out here,
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter
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