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trae tha truth - shit (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: future]
oh, you know you ain’t got all them guns
and you ain’t k!lled n-body yet
how many times you shot that muhf-cka?
ain’t n-body popped up dead
sh-t!

[hook: future]
talking ’bout you popping tags, n-gg- you ain’t bought sh-t
talking bout a hunned bottles, n-gg- you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gg- you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gg- you ain’t f-ck sh-t

[verse 1: trae]
?

[verse 3: meek mill]
thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
feds know a n-gg- by his whole name
shoot him in his head for his gold chain
you was running ball, we was sellin’ cocaine
talkin bout you buyin’ bricks, n-gg- you ain’t got sh-t
we was sellin’ all them keys, we was like the locksmith
twenty-five hundred for the red bottoms
balmain five bands for the waist n-gg-
i’m rollin’ through my city in a new rolls royce
cheif keef 300 for the wraith n-gg-
a.k, s.k, h.k n-gg-, three k’s like i hate n-gg-s
and i’ll put you in your place n-gg-
you got shoebox money i got a safe n-gg- holdup

[verse 3: jeezy]
made the forbes and i’m straight up outta projects
still running with them n-gg-s with that work check
it go “brrrrrrrr” with the choppa
that’s the only way the p-ssy ‘posed to stop ya
pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto
stack a 20 bill, n-gg-, tall as carmelo
winter olympic games and the categories caine
bet ya one f-ckin’ thing, i’ll win a gold medal
why ya actin’ like a b-tch? lil jon, my n-gg-
don’t you ever doubt me, i’m like lebron, my n-gg-
i ain’t takin’ no shorts, b-tch, i hit it with the fork
f-ck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my n-gg-
snowman, b-tch, y’all know me
fourth quarter pressure on ’em like kobe
act like my sh-t don’t stink, pocket feel like a bank
neck lookin’ like a 40 ounce of o.e
tell me why my alb-m selling, they ain’t murder me yet
if they do, bury me in a burgundy ‘vette
talk behind my back, you could hate me all ya want
but them same f-ck n-gg-s ain’t shot sh-t yet
yeah, you see me on gangland, as real as it get
they just rappin’ about it, i was livin’ that sh-t
straight up

[bridge: t.i.]
this for my n-gg-s when they walk up out the house, they (turn it)
f-ck what ya mouth say (turn it, turn it)

[verse 3: t.i.]
fully automatic rifle, 100 round drum on it with a scope
i done had that, n-gg- (brrrrrrr, stick ’em)
i ain’t playing with these n-gg-s, just k!ll ’em, turn it
n-gg- talk sh-t, i’ll blast that n-gg-
shoot his -ss right in front his homeboys
k!ll the party, drove off and then stab that n-gg-
everyone vicinity hear the boy ho noise
i’m the zone 1 king, from a whole one thing
threw a 100 on it, shawty, i was doing my thing
you tryna get a million, i done did that
aye, keep it pimpin’, keep a ticket where i live at
aye, listen, sucka, i got nothin’ for ya but a new coffin
i’ll shoot you walkin’ ‘fore you get through talkin’, n-gg-!
catch me walkin’ in ya hood, trench coat swingin’
mask on, step up on ya front porch bangin’
them bankhead n-gg-s, they a muhf-cka, ain’t they?
i’m the realest, richest n-gg- that you know today famous
catch ya flaggin’ in ya hood and ya wanna be a gangsta
in ya skinny jeans in arenas entertainin’
no matter how you paint it, better see the big picture
i’ll get ya, n-gg-, wit’ ya, then hit ya n-gg-!

- trae tha truth

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