Текст песни
Oh look. Now how they think this supposed to go? Screwing the dick while I hold the lane. Slow Mo Music is all I bang. Screwing the dick while I hold the lane. Slow Mo Music is all I bang. I feel time will take its toll. Every day I'm tryna fade the cold. I'm on the way, I wasn't made to hold. Yeah, I feel like I was made to roll. I know a bunch of niggas made to fold. I'm tryna figure why they playin' told. Stay real, never played my soul. Every day Tre claim the code. I keep it silent, some may not. I'm at the door, why the fuck would you Knock? You been a hater, now why would you Stop? You hated me then, you gon' hate I'm On top. Play with the smoke, you knew you'd Get checked. I'm in the whip, screwin' the dick. I'm with the shit, go for you and the Wrist. Don't get it straight, nigga, you will get Pressed. I keep it thuggin', you know what I Gotta do. Trunk in the air when I'm comin' Through. Been doin' me, never doin' you. Stay with a chick, either one or two. Gangsta, know what they wanna do. If it ain't the red, it was somethin' blue. Screw is the clique, it ain't nothin' new. Pain on the sick, but it wasn't flu. Screwing the dick while I hold the lane. Slow Mo Music is all I bang. Screwing the dick while I hold the lane. Slow Mo Music is all I bang. Pull up any season with the top. Take it off and throw it up the block. See a chick, probably shoot the shot. You gotta get Mutombo just to block. Screwed Up Clique ridin' for the house. Thousand diamonds in my mouth. Got me divin' in your spouse. Rack for rack, I spent it all. Hit the trunk, banged on 'em. Work the wheel, swang on 'em. Gang never changed on 'em. Hood slave, chains on 'em. Gray tapes, gray tapes. Black tint, same plates. Hood hero, same cape. Still slidin', same skates. Forty-eight hours after. This street church, no pastor. My money long, it outlast ya. Better stay awake 'cause I crash ya. Stay front line, no rear. Say King Truth and I'm here. Give a hater clap, no cheer. No sucker livin', I fear. You know, I'm just sittin' here thinkin'. Might as well live it up. You know I'ma represent for the team, man. Forty-eight hours after. Screw, told you I gotcha. AJ Dub. We gon' make 'em pay attention, homie.
Trae tha Truth — Thinkin Bout
«Thinkin Bout» — 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 — 2:40. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
