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trae tha truth – fighting words كلمات اغاني

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[hook: t.i.]
what you talkin’ ’bout, ho?
who you talkin’ to, n-gga?
what you talkin’ ’bout, ho?
who you talkin’ to, n-gga?
b-tch n-gga
punk ho, punk ho
b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
punk ho, punk ho
b-tch n-gga
what you talkin’ ’bout, ho?
who you talkin’ to, n-gga?
what you talkin’ ’bout, ho?
who you talkin’ to, n-gga?
b-tch n-gga
punk ho, punk ho
b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
punk ho, punk ho
say, you don’t like me, n-gga? hit me in my face then
got problem? when you see me n-gga, say it then
b-tch n-gga
punk ho, punk ho
b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
punk ho, punk ho
fighting words!

[verse 1: t.i.]
i’m a young n-gga in an old school
i got new money and an old ‘tude
o.g.’s salute when i roll through
f-ck n-ggas ain’t beef, they tofu
i’m so cool, got a crew of ho’s
in n0bu eating sushi rolls
right after that, we headed back
to the condo where they eat kuchi hole
i’m stupid ho. run through the ho
you dream about it, i do it, ho
-ss fat, face beautiful
throw ’em a sack of twenties
they good to go
n-ggas don’t fear me, they should though
and they can’t hear me, they would though
if they was up on my plateau, but i’m wacko
bet that ho

[hook: t.i.]
what you talking bout ho
who you talking to, n-gga
what you talking bout ho
who you talking to, n-gga
b-tch n-gga, pump ho, pump ho
b-tch n-gga, pump ho, pump ho
what you talking bout ho
who you talking to, n-gga
what you talking bout ho
who you talking to, n-gga
b-tch n-gga, pump ho, pump ho
b-tch n-gga, pump ho, pump ho
you don’t like me n-gga hit me in my face then
got a problem when you see me n-gga, say it then
b-tch n-gga, pump ho, pump ho
b-tch n-gga, pump ho, pump ho

[verse 2: juicy j]
got a rocket in the club and ain’t afraid to pop it
n-gga run your lips i put that barrel to your sockets
haters out here hating cause that flexing never stopping
keep that blue dream in my bomb and the hash for the toppings
that n-ggas all stay on me, so homie don’t play with me
i keep them bills, i keep that lean, i keep a ak with me
a real street n-gga, catch me in the streets n-gga
got something to hit your chest hard
and i ain’t talking liquor
don’t need no n-gga f-ck rapping
n-gga talk that sh-t i’m blasting
that .44 to your face b-tch, it’s gonna be a closed casket
your whole life is a storyline
you ain’t gangsters, you n-ggas lie
make m-ssacres like the valentine
turn this club into the columbine

[hook:t.i.]

[verse 3:trae tha truth]
get the f-ck out in this building
-ss hole, f-ck what you feeling
feel the 48 my wrist cause i’m k!lling
pety n-gga run they mouth and i’m stealing
then i hurry a couple of n-ggas feel it
when i jump out the …but no ceiling
with a b-tch in the back on that f-ck sh-t
i beat it up you can tell it wouldn’t heal it
you don’t like me, what the f-ck is you talking
you can …b-tch it’s whatever
i don’t give a f-ck you won’t get it together
…motherf-cker like i was sipping
all on a n-gga -ss like a n-gga who tripping
…get this cake
get the whole pot and get out the f-ck my way
… got a couple n-ggas that will…b-tch i got you