and bun we keep it trill And if you ain't heard, it's lil' flipper and chamill' [chorus] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-i'm true You
it mayne Watch how I get it (yeah) Them flames I spit it (uh-huh) When tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it) I got a 80 delta in my yard Candy
much, if you start to doubt they already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth Its not a trick, nigga, it's a trap Survival of the fit, is what they aiming
[Verse 1 - Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness It's something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished
4 (Jim Jones) (South let's go I know what it is) I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae what up) That ride old schools and they system is screwin
deuce today It's Dub K Chiefin' on some lovely And we on the boulevard actin' ugly We gon' Chorus (Fat Pat) Verse 3 (Trae) ABN is my type of nature my understanding is
Hawk (Trae))) Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Fl-fl-Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae
they don't know what I'm bringing I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin' Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it
, way in da hood Im still gon make it rain Yea, Im tha truth so please address it when you say my name(Trae) Ya try to take it to me, ima try to take it
'll show you what the beef is Show you niggaz how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth And I can show you niggaz, what the sleep is Better give it
08 If It Don't Pay I Don't Fuck Wit It A1 Yo Lo Ova Here Dey Ain't Stuck Wit It Hit The Galleria Buck Off A Couple Grand It Ain't Nothing When You're
it dine tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine cause we do it for cause we do it for cause we do it for h-town [Verse 3 - Trae] King of the streets
Make My Slab Sway Down Here Thats How We Play Ridin Down Mlk Chuckin Dueces To That Trae (Where U At Trae) Niggas On The Grind Mayne Boyz Is On The J
't hear me though [chorus: dum dum and trae] {dum dum] Overloaded wells fargo [trae] We did dat [dum dum] 40,00 at the car show [trae] We did dat [dum dum] Dope house records is my studio [trae
till the punks get piled my number one assasin fits the mad funk style me I play the back rode but I'm delinquente this is how I freak it when I'm speakin
flyers to them halls ese, bay area all the way down to the southern cali with this homies from San Diego making feria, is all about it (chorus) solo
it on the rack, won't notice it My bank 'count, commas all over it Racks on racks on racks Young Jeezy Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a
that's tryna survive That's ex-cons so they can't get a nine to five ('cause we hustle!) Hit the block, do what you do (We hustle!) Cause other niggaz doin' it