Lyrics:
the cheese I sent
From the corners and the clerks, for blocks and blocks
I used to cut up rocks, now I pop them tops
I gotta watch the cops, I got hoes by
out and pop mine
Bitch it's the maab
Ridin our dick must be your big job
I might serve every nigga
Standin in your squad
Got G's from over seas,
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
Yeah, you must be a motherfucking fool
To think
We ain't staying on this underground shit
Trae the Truth nigga, Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud
Keeps me regular for this paper chase
Let's get this fucking paper G
Let's get this fucking paper
Done doing shit for free no more fucking favors
Doing
wrong, G-O for what you N-O
But be warn, never will I leave like a regular
Cause I'm a little better then the regular competitor
I use to see 'em
be phonies, but real G's show me
That's what, you told me
That's why, I be homies [x2]
TRAE LYRICS
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real G's show me
That's what, you told me
That's why, I be homies - 2x
[Trae]
Kin folk I just got your letter, you and me we SK forever
You been
B-I-G, R-I-C-O
Trying to win Grammys like Tom Brady got super bowls
I love when she send me them pictures in see through clothes
But pussy can't save my
a H.U.S.T.L.A
I'm on a grind, on a regular
I hustle hard whether up in the Yo
Or up in the streets of im ahead of yaaaa…
I'm a H.U.S.T.L.A
I'm on a grind,
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
short, gotta be close
Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three
4 door Benzes make my fee
On the regular
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
ain't gotta be bout us
Said it's YOLO to the end
Yeah I just want see you have fun
I'll always be right by your side my Friend
I just want you live again
change if it's true
I'm focused on what matter
Only so much I could do
I made promises to people gone
I gotta see it thru
Over zoned out
I been vibing by
Put two and two together ([B.G.] Think, nigga)
Ya gotta maintain ([M] Ya got to maintain)
Ya either gon'...have things ([M] Have things
through what I've been through
What'd you mean
Stay thugged out, ain't gotta G for my team
None of these guys ain't seen what I've seen
None of these guys
a carnival
But y'all won't let me be or see
'cause I'm so D F that I'm considered a G
I be H I off J's, K's and L's
Um, M, N, to the O's, they can't tell
Cause if you run up on me
I'll be forced to let go doing it like a G
And that's all that I'ma show
My trunk done popped up
And I suicided my do's
These
Aye YP
I can't fuck with no lame ass hoe
And you know it
I gotta save face
Im too important
I be really balling
Like last dance Jordan
Phoney
DJ
We could jam Bun B, and that U to the G.K
And a little Sucka Free, ain't enough for me
Big M-O-E, gotta give me the whole S.U.C., they'll screw it
and that U to the G K
And a little Sucka free ain't enough for me
Big M O E gotta give me the whole S U C they'll screw it
Yeah money over B I to the T H
Faithfully as G-O-D watchin over we
Created we so I satnd in my God Body
Hardly moved by those crews that try to charge me falsely
It won't be the first time
it ain't nothing
Going to the club with 10 G's and a bar tab that's all on Baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free
Playgirl but you gotta
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