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I'mma get mine, I'mma move the cheese Yeah Run It to degrees Forty-eight hours later, Huh Living L. A., 'cause I don't Play Riding on The rims, sideways on the tres Uh I'mma mine Dime I'mma cheese Keys Run it degrees Degrees Do You see me? Me Living L. A., 'cause yeah, we still go Out the Dome Riding the sideways on the tres Yeah, I'mma get mine Mine Do it for my G's G's Hundred two degrees Friends from overseas Felicia with the keys Keys Watch me play the Corner Corner Rapping new aroma Hater still a goner Might make a hater catch a doctor Doctor Trunk Sounding like the opera Yeah Slab weaving like a Boxer Better know I got this chopper Chopper All Gas, no one vetted Back streets where I'm headed Headed All cash, street with credit Credit King Tru, Yeah, I said it Crown meat like I'm Tiff Tiff Talking reckless, get your flip Flip It's all Hell if I trip Box you up and get Your ship Get It's H-Town versus whoever Whoever Flow sick, can't get better Better Tru season, Check the weather Weather Slab drip, can't get Wetter I'mma get mine, I'mma move the cheese. Run it to degrees, do you see me? Living 'cause I don't play. Riding on the rims, sideways on the tres. I'mma get mine, I'mma move The cheese. Run it to degrees, do you see me? 'cause I don't play. Riding on the rims, sideways on the Yeah, Sitting sideways Sides Slab in a daze Daze Banging Me some Mase Mase Someone shooting tres Tres I Was catching plays Plays For a new edition Edition Hit the block and help the top to disappear Like a magician Might work the wheel like I'm Pimp I'm in the cut on steak and it's Shrimp Shrimp Old school gorilla, no chimp Same time They walk with that limp This H-Town, I come Through Whether they red, black or they blue Blue Shotgun this whip, it get real Have your body Aching like flu Flu These four-eighteen's gon' be Something something I ain't worried about a jack, I'mma keep something something Don't watch me, Better watch your old lady Old her trying to Give it to me like I need something Need She know I'm balling like playoffs Playoffs Here to Live my life with no days off Days off When I go to work, they get laid off Laid Can't get with me 'cause they way off Way off I'mma get mine, I'mma move the cheese. Run it to degrees, do you see me? Living L. A., 'cause I don't play. Riding on rims, sideways on the tres. I'mma get mine, I'mma move the cheese. Run it to degrees, do you see me? Living L. A., 'cause I don't play. Riding on the rims, sideways on the Tres
Trae tha Truth — Imma Get Dine
«Imma Get Dine» — 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 — 2:42. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
