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You know what we on. We ain't playin' with nothin'. For sure gon' match your energy, nigga. Man, fuck all that. Low-key might stash the place. Don't guess that pack was safe. This switch might fast your pace. My dogs might crash your face. Just might be last to base. On the cool, might not make it home. Gotta eat, let me say my grace. Might quick, might not make it long. Yeah, all up in the spotlight, nigga. I was movin' pot light, nigga. Lower those, I'ma hit 'em up. Green light, no stop, nigga. Young nigga, he gon' wipe shit. On his target, tryna stripe shit. Mindin' business, we don't like shit. Asshole gang type of shit. Niggas tryna be slick. Get off my line, I ain't gon' answer. Sucker niggas be toxic. Keep comin' back just like cancer. 'Bout to kick in they ass, nigga, sure 'nough, Guess I'm the master. I be preachin' my shit All through these streets, guess I'm a pastor. Pull up, hop out. Broad day, knock a nigga lights out. Get his whole team, it's a wipe out. Pull up at your door, pipe out. Why you talkin'? You ain't with nothin'. Stick talk, I'ma flip somethin'. Shakedown, I'ma strip somethin'. Lookin' for it, you ain't get nothin'. If I do a slide, I don't tell nobody, Yeah, I gotta keep quiet. Caught him at the drive-thru, he was slippin' hard, He was on live. He popped a Perc' then He think he tough, boy, how you just get Robbed? How you leave the crib without your heater? He must be ready to die. Don't play me, nah, I ain't no rapper. Real demon, true stepper. Wherever I go, I got leverage. Shit can really get tragic. Niggas always wanna lose they life tryna beef 'bout A bitch. R. I. P. Now he on the net, yeah, I got them Boys sick. Put all of my hoes all in They place. Welcome to my city where it ain't safe. Pull up in a track car, might knock off His face. They say they want war, we can settle it Today. Pull up, hop out. Broad day, knock a nigga lights out. Get his whole crew, it's a wipe out. Boy lookin' tough, better pipe down. Police come, I don't know niggas. In the room, I don't fold, nigga. Tre like big bro, nigga. If he call, I send hitters. Pull up, hop out. Broad day, knock a nigga lights out. Get his whole team, it's a wipe out. Pull up at your door, pipe out. Why you talkin'? You ain't with nothin'. Stick talk, I'ma flip somethin'. Shakedown, I'ma strip somethin'. Lookin' for it, you ain't get nothin'. Come on
Trae tha Truth, Snap Dogg — Wipe Out
«Wipe Out» — Trae tha Truth, Snap Dogg. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:31. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
