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What you want to I feel like just going off the dome one Time. Aye hoe, you gotta fuck the streets up, Homie. Eleven hundred grand my neck, diamonds on it stun Ya sight. Twenty-three Maybach Mercedes, Guarantee I walk it right. Do the dash on it, dog it, nigga, I Don't bark, I bite. R. I. P to Virgil, fucked around, Caught a charge Tryna off the white. H-Town, bitch, I'm heavy, Other niggas walkin' light. Me and Nick went electric, lookin' like a walkin' Light. If you really 'bout that, show me, nigga, I don't do no hype. Green light, push that Key, nigga, don't do no Skype. Gotta send my dog a cake, street king, Got all the rank. No pen, I hog the Mic, J-Dawg copped all the spray. Still here but he gone off drank, when it's Up, we don't do no blank. War ready, we don't do no tank, give a Damn what a fuck nigga think. Look, bitch, I'ma do what I wanna, better get Her, she thinkin' I own her. See that foreign Right there? I'm the owner, know the trunk on That beat up a corner. All that talkin', I'm Good from the shoulders, sucker niggas, this shit Gon' be over. I might jump out with Third At the Clover, way out of they range, no Rover. I'm a legend, I'm not a beginner, couple Niggas be lookin' for dinner. Ain't no stoppin', I want it, I enter, walkin' Out, I'm no less than a winner. Know that Bitch gon' make me a swimmer, I'm the captain, But Lord, I'm a sinner. Bitch, I'm in the Mix, blender, these niggas be fake pretenders. Niggas tellin', get a subpoena, pull up on 'em, Fill up arenas. Somethin' foreign, feel like a Beamer, way I turn her, think I was Tina. Nigga sleep, feel like a dreamer, water on me, Feel like Katrina. On note, feel like a singer, Way I'm plottin', feel like a schemer. Trackstar, run up the bag, trap star, Bitch, I was bad. Money long, guess I'm a Brad, all gas, leave niggas drab. Haters be domino when I'm in town, better know I be inbound. Nigga be talkin' like they be The king, but niggas know I got the crown. I pull up to Nick, I get him a Cupid and he get to bustin' it down. When it's up, you gon' get on the ground, Niggas know I been shuttin' it down. Know I'm just on one tonight. Slow loud banger to the death. You know it's still ABN, homie. You know how we rockin'. If it's up, it's up. And if it's up, you know it's stuck. Huh, Real shit. You know how we do it. King.
Trae tha Truth — Bring the Pain Freestyle
«Bring the Pain Freestyle» — Trae tha Truth. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:19. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
