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Trae tha Truth feat. Boss
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You see me on the block, guaranteed I ball out
The trunk raise up, and everything else fall out
Stabs is automatic, if it's out get called off
The top raise up, and I'm pose to crawl out
And I use to be a broke nigga, stacked up
Now I gotta watch out for the roach niggas
Twenty plus fo', fuck dipping in a fo' nigga
Anything less than ten G's a joke nigga
Come to the H, I can show you who the king of the streets is
Trae, I can show you who the king of the beats is
Stunna, I can show you niggas what a hundred G's is
A.B.N. gang, might leave a nigga teethless
Niggas never heard, now I'm all up in they face
Like a bad yellow bitch, I be all up in her waist
Hit her with the mule, now I got her all up in her brace
So sick with the game, that it should of been a case
And my chain hang low, ice pen when I strut
Twenty G's plus, still capping on sluts
J's laced up, but I'm stepping on cuts
And I never been a ho, so they know I got nuts
Pass me the ball, I'ma run it for the team
Fuck respect nigga, I'ma run it for the green
Copped a new whip, candy black looking clean
Tilt the do's up, hopping out Sean Jean
Loc's on my face, two straps on my hip
Blood on my right, to my left is a crip
Plus I got shit, that'll make a nigga flip
If I get a attitude, assholes fin to trip
They ain't fucking with the dub, cause the hood got love
Ride for the truth, till they put em in the mud
Any other way, I'll be covered with a slug
H-Town motherfucker, I'll show you what it was
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I'm a motherfucking fool, when I pull up on a swish
Game never lame, when I pull up on a bitch
My piece got a city, hard dick and bubble gum
Is all that a chicken head bitch gon get
Can't fuck with my ends, if I get rich
Don't scratch in my Benz, blue lens full of rims
Niggas don't like when they ends get low
When I pop up on three, with a mouth full of chips
I'm your girlfriend's friend, I'm a nigga with a name
Known around town, for knocking these hoes down
All up in the hotel, beating my do's down
From state to state, working a plate on fo's now
You see how the H ride bumper kit
Breaking smoke on my three's, I'm a stomper bitch
Got hoopers on my side, in the jumper bitch
Six foot ziplock sack, lunch a bitch
If Boss don't bang right, go on and dump it bitch
I'ma load up a clip, I ain't punching bitch
I see niggas in the streets, wanna act like they G's
Bang like I'm at home, when I'm selling the seven seas
True niggas in my zone, but I'm trying to get rid of fleas
If you ain't fifty-two hundred, don't fuck with me please
I'ma stack up some cash, and then bang for real
When you see me banging a bad bitch out of Brazil
Trying to plot up on a mill, with a drank that's distilled
Cut khaki shorts, with my lenses on steel
Check out the tatts bitch, check out the grill
Two double O six bitch, check out the deal
I'ma make a bitch made nigga, stretch out for real
Like a Sunkist nigga, getting peeled for the scrill
You niggas is hoes, I'ma call you a tip trill
A.B.N. gang, nothing less than a mill
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