Lyrics:
the hassle, I kill it, I been Osama
You can't meet my brother, you might find him laid up with your mama
I'm just doing right by you, I took my notes from Rack
no one ever really knows
The kind of strength that goes
Into being alone
I don't wonna be alone forever
Pulled by a tattered a mind a tether
Tell me
lethal
I see it for what it is not what it was
I'm a whole different kind of plug
I bring the light when I power up
Distributing energy they coming back
He has always been there to handle the
big things
But He can still find a way
To help me with tricky equations and dark
twisty highways
And children
They say the only sure things in this life are death and taxes
I don't agree I think that different kinds of matches
I once met this old wise man
players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
My new crew, holds high
We pay em' no mind
My three aces, plus me
That's 4 of a kind
No bluff, lay
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
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CHORUS:
Hey mama mia
girl i'm tryna holla back
cos your booty got me
sliding pon some weight amma run up on ya
twice (hm)
I know she didn't know that I was laid up
I know she didn't know I'm gettin' paper
I know she didn't know I gotta spend time
And that's
butt can't fit up in them jeans yea
Girl, don't you know you are only due for finer things now
Carry all this cash and I'm covered with that green back
Got caught running up a tab
Couldn't drive home so I had to share a cab
Introduced herself by her last name
The kind of girl you steal from
thing going on
(We got a special kind of thing going on)
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever
You
gon' walk up out it, yeah
Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it
Hey yo, I'm laid back, peepin' honey she doin' the most (Uh huh)
My
survives
A reward waitin in the end
And it's one of a kind
A Foundation on which is laid
The ways of my life
Won't give it all up
Is it fear or is it pride
a bunch of things I didn't think I'll realize
Like sometimes we are haunted by the thought of wasting our lives
Or there is a knife that kept on holding our
name
But that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give
You what you don't have
So I sit back and relax
Cause it makes me laugh i could diss
Call you
kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
So I sit back
up
So I kept it on the down-low
And just laid back and watched the fuckin reaction of this clown hoe
But this nigga is a real trick
He's talking
the ville for the kids who think they can't
Laid the blueprint for how to move silent loose lips sank
Ships
Amongst things we dare not even say
When I wake up
Tennessee
I gave my heart away in Memphis
To a man who took it back to New Orleans
Now I'm headed back into the city
And there's just one thing I need for you
ooh yeah
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind
And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing with you
Monday
Took her for
laid back in the cinnamon Range
Two decades and ain't a damn thing changed
Keep my girl, in strawberry swirls
You can taste it, my instict's basic
could ever want
Put some luggage in the car's trunk
Slept all the way to Italy, then woke up
Was greeted by the beautiful sea, it was fun
I vividly
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in
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