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trae tha truth - criminals lyrics
[hook:]
everybody i f-ck with around me’s a criminal, n-gga
i have no square n-ggas not scared n-ggas we criminals n-ggas
every city i go to i’m plugged up with criminals n-gga
gettin’ money y’all side laws, we tryin ta ball like criminals, n-gga
they don’t give a f-ck we don’t give a f-ck, neither
i got money i got hoes
i got work blowing refas n-gga
every city i go to i’m plugged up with criminals n-gga
get money ya’ll side lawns trying to ball like criminals
[verse 1:]
err (every) city i go to i don’t f-ck around with no sucker n-gga
just bad women and a couple of thots
they ain’t head shottin’ (sucking d-ck) in is nothing n-gga
i’m posted up this pistol on me
these chains hanging no duckett n-gga
we don’t give a f-ck we wildin out
we shut it down go and bust it n-gga
you know i’m getting money when i pull up in that coupe
you know i’m after you when i pull up tryna shoot
i do it big by the way i was getting loose
in the club 50 n-gga and everyone of them mute
n-ggers mad because they use to got me trying to hear them
if you don’t want to loose your b-tch you better come and get her
if she ain’t rocking with the team then i ain’t trying to f-ck her
if she wasn’t about the money then i wouldn’t be with her
i am the king pin no telling what i’m on
i know they hating they don’t pull up until i’m going
i follow that p-ssy n-gga got i going
i fall off back back to do work and get my name on it
got the hood in the headlock the streets tell me i’m high
why the f-ck you think that i’m not
realest n-gga if im dead or not
ilm a probably give them h-ll until my breath stops
[hook]
[verse 2:]
every city i go to i’m f-cking up them bad b-tches
and you best know it’s a big problem if i have the louie v bag with me
i can rap a whole song off an ad-lib
i can pull up on a brand new topic
better bring that money come if you have it
call me young fabtastic
stay true from the truth
got a hundred thousand dollars in the mother f-cking coupe
just stop and shoot gotta a pocket full of loot
metal finger f-ck you n-gga
d mixes everyday
the feds know they talking 3 ways
shorty make me hang in it three days
spend my own i don’t give a f-ck what you want to say
turn that beat up now shorty come dance with me
i know that with money shorty comes into my hand easily
say the wrong thing and i’m leavin yo’ -ss missin
and i just bought a bentley and it shorty came with me
we got but now’s for the chops
and now panties she going to drop and to the floor she don’t to stop
all them n-gga robbing
[hook]
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