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trae tha truth - slugs lyrics
[intro: young thug]
you know trae
hahahah
monster sh-t fool, udigg?
yah
what’s brackin’?
hey!
[pre-chorus: young thug]
young n-gga takin’ off on them percs
young n-gga puttin’ in that work
young n-gga let that chopper do the murking
no nowitzki but i leave him in the dirt
young n-gga throwin’ up their sets
us n-ggas running through these checks
hundred jam i still no flex
wearin’ nikes when i’m running through a check
[chorus: trae tha truth & young thug]
i’m on that same thing
look at this change man
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
give me my change man
this ain’t no game man
look how this chain hang
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
[verse 1: trae tha truth]
chasing this check i’m not talking athletics
but i keep my money in lockers
if i make the call just know i got young shooters
who ride like american choppers
they hustle for deal in that kitchen they cooking
a fool with the d like ibaka
no medical dealer but for the right price
they prescribe actavis like a doctor
drop this wet, i call it rainy weather
chopper’s disconnected like it’s not together
mister truth is fly and i am not a feather
i just hold these rocks up like i’m roc-a-fella
if your b-tch is lame then i am not the seller
she can be with me it’s what i’m not to tell her
like to play it low like i’m a acapella
if she here for d-ck then i am not to fill her
give me my check if not a minute later
sw-ngers i’m tippin’, should’ve been waiter
look like a swamp cause everything is gator
you don’t like me, then b-tch you been a hater
i’m sick b-tch, i’m sick i should’ve been a fever
f-ckin’ with me, the trunk is where i leave ya
gon’ be a minute ‘fore someone relieve yah
got this b-tch jumpin’ like you had a seizure
[pre-chorus: young thug]
young n-gga takin’ off on them percs
young n-gga puttin’ in that work
young n-gga let that chopper do the murking
no nowitzki but i leave him in the dirt
young n-gga throwin’ up their sets
us n-ggas running through these checks
hundred jam i still no flex
wearin’ nikes when i’m running through a check
[chorus: trae tha truth & young thug]
i’m on that same thing
look at this change man
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
give me my change man
this ain’t no game man
look how this chain hang
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
[verse 2: young thug]
you not gettin’ them racks, oh where they do that at?
my neck, my wrist, my ears, and my fingers are sittin’ on wet
i told that lil b-tch to hop into my coupe, treat her like a lil pet
copped me a vette then i wrecked it, then i copped a bentley and wrecked it
i got real shooters
they pull up with woolas and all kind of tec 9s and uzis
we talk on the phone i just tell ’em stay reckless
my b-tch she gon’ shoot, she a buddha
chinese and j-panese
her eyes looking closed
she gon’ chase till she capture me
these pigs are so after me
this ice on my neck is so wet like it baptize me
i get that dope from the pope
while i get s-x on the banana boat
i can’t save her, she better stay afloat
i’ll contain a baby for that dope
whip it! whip it! ’til i have a stroke
cook it, throw it, catch it, no ebola
treat my dogs like bacon no con-soda
told you once i bang red, coca cola
[pre-chorus: young thug]
young n-gga takin’ off on them percs
young n-gga puttin’ in that work
young n-gga let that chopper do the murking
no nowitzki but i leave him in the dirt
young n-gga throwin’ up their sets
us n-ggas running through these checks
hundred jam i still no flex
wearin’ nikes when i’m running through a check
[chorus: trae tha truth & young thug]
i’m on that same thing
look at this change man
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
give me my change man
this ain’t no game man
look how this chain hang
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
i’m on that same thing
look at this change man
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
give me my change man
this ain’t no game man
look how this chain hang
i’m just running through a mothaf-ckin’ check dawg
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