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Switch that up, yeah. Sorry, J. Noah. I chop the top off a hardtop. I treat the interior out with mink. Then I had the shoes on the feet. You can hear my car comin' up the street. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. Yeah, night rider in a black Rolls, Tell 'em I'm trippin'. On top of glass covered In black, tell 'em I'm tippin'. Losin' control, I'm lane to lane, you would swear I was slippin'. Prolly 'cause I told Edgar to Spray him 'til he drippin'. Now paint wet, your bitch swimmin', got diamonds Flood my necklace. Gettin' head shots, I call it Murder, go to ride slow like it's Texas. Got a attitude that don't give a fuck, I Bought fifty plus when I did this. No test drive, I let her go, I know A bitch who hate that she met this. I flex and pull these lights out, this mouthpiece I got iced out. I'm trickin', bitch, I'm racked Up, be damned if I get priced out. These haters ain't gon' say shit, they do, they Gon' get wiped out. Doin' donuts in broad day, Full speed with all my pipes out. I chop the top off a hardtop. I treat the interior out with mink. Then I had the shoes on the feet. You can hear my car comin' up the street. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. Boosie Badazz. I'm trickin' every single car I get. Gotta have a drop top, Louisiana a hot spot. If it ain't a drop, I send it to Cal and get it chopped. Fitty hats stay cocked So you can see the razor line. Former D-Boy, I remember I used to break 'em Down. Paint wet, ooh, kill 'em like that. Boosie ride foreign and I pay four hundred flat. Four-twelves in the back, gotta have a little noise. Four deep on the mileage, we some real ghetto Boys. In my yard, several cars, send 'em to My esé. Spray that thing candy, but might wreck The whip the next day. Peanut butter insides, Covered up in plastic. Stash spots everywhere, ride fly everywhere, Boosie. I chop the top off a hardtop. I treat the interior out with mink. Then I had the shoes on the feet. You can hear my car comin' up the street. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. Yeah, I'm in the hood, bitches yellin' they love Me. Get in this coupe, you gon' be naked With body like Buffy. Why every time I hit the block niggas' faces Get ugly? Tell them haters I'm on my game, It ain't nothin' above me. I let my money get reckless. You seen that bitch that I just got? I love Wayne, there's no ceilings. Can't cool me down, bitch, I'm too hot. Can't change up, I got change up. I got shit on lock, neck chained up. 'Bout twenty guns and they aimed up. Bitch play with me, you banged up. I'm in this Lambo, artillery like Rambo. Don't fuck with me, I'm primetime, don't get your Whole show canceled. Everything I do get tuned in, Tell them hoes I'm on now. This whip might do 'bout two hundred, tell them Hoes I'm gone now. I chop the top off a hardtop. I treat the interior out with mink. Then I had shoes on the feet. You can hear my car comin' up the street. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get. I'm trickin' every single car I get.
Trae tha Truth, Boosie Badazz, Future — Tricken Every Car I Get
«Tricken Every Car I Get» — Trae tha Truth, Boosie Badazz, Future. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:47. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
