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trae tha truth – doin me كلمات اغاني

[intro: trae tha truth]
gyeah
huh
lots of f-cker’s a trip, mane

[chorus: trae tha truth]
i don’t believe in half the gossip these n-ggas talkin’
you ask me? that some female sh-t, i’m just doin’ me
n-gga, f-ck you worried ’bout what i been doin’?
instead of hatin’, learn to keep it a g
i’ve been doin’ me
it’s all good, homie
it’s all good, baby
uhh

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
n-ggas nothin’ like what the f-ck i expected
caught up in feelings ’cause they feelin’ neglected
since when this sh-t was cool?
but i guess these new n-ggas stuck in a wave of jealousy
i pray to god i don’t get infected, solid i’m blessed to be
how the f-ck you count another n-gga’s pockets, hatin’ on ’em?
either ’cause he shine or that woman you loved debatin’ on ’em
posted up talkin’ in the hood or shoulda been nfl
run inside of my zone, you’ll get blitzed, wide-receiver ill
this audemar say it’s perfect timin’ the, mv promise
probably ’cause my hustle be punishin’ n-ggas bein’ honest
i guess this my fault ’cause i went out got what i needed, n-gga
i know it’s snakes, that’s why this yard of mine is weeded, n-gga
everyone wanted these shoes, i hate to say they made to fit
nothin’ but a n-gga known as king, f-ck the bullsh-t
follow my lead, i might just help you in your last days
and show you how the real n-ggas do it minus your f-cked up plays

[verse 2: lil bibby]
i’m sick like throw up, bibby got his dough up
soon as you blow up, n-ggas wanna show up
i do this sh-t for real with my youngins from the field
said the word, get ’em k!lled and all of our mouths sealed, yeah
f-ck a closed door, b-tch, i got the master key
n-ggas talk ’bout blastin’ me, i think the devil’s after me
sh-t was lookin’ bad for me
though she was a crackhead, i thank my mom for havin’ me
old head told me, “get up off your -ss, b”
got up off my -ss, turned the ounces to a half a p
why you n-ggas mad at me?
no limit did it all for my brothers
couple homies turn to suckas and show off they true colors, f-ck ’em
d-mn, i ain’t even trippin’, these n-ggas b-tches
been portrayed so many times it’s hard to trust
kemosabe grade a n-gga, all we got is us, haah?

[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
look, i relate too much
hope you make it, just don’t make too much
kept it real, these n-ggas fake as f-ck
and it’s gon’ change you up
gave you game and, yeah, it made you tough
too tricky though, so stay for what?
i used to take the bus
get too loose, i had to tape you up
but i was grindin’ and savin’ up
i did my thang or what? foreign-somethin’ with amazin’ thrust
i pressed the gas in my favorite chucks, look
shout out this kush that i’m blazin’ up
and the fact i ate steak for lunch
i wish my biggest haters know my cake is up
k!ll my worst enemies with my favorite gun
yeah, and that’s the vision
makin’ no apologies for how i’m livin’
look, i had to get it
give a f-ck how n-ggas feel, that’s not my business

[outro: lil bibby]
uhh
muhf-cka i’ve been doin me
yo problems ain’t got sh-t to do wit’ me
yeah, i had to get it on my own, dawg
haters steady callin’ so i had to cut the phone off

- trae tha truth

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