Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible 3 текст песни

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(ft. Lil Wayne , Jadakiss & Rick Ross)
my attitude is fuck it house biggest public,
shopping is a pleasure pinky ring or nug it
niggas like the rose ship clean not to buck it
i lean to the side white whip michael douglas hard times called for drastic measures
i called my doll he wanna mac eleven
forty rose hola with a yellin, niggas dead serious choppin with the shoulders strap
microphone michael colio i know i'm wrong
the man of above love for me to signure poms
so sing alone you know the song i'm sing
bring the thing along i gotta feed the team
is rose i need a hundred bottles, yellow bitch es all of them swallow
age town nigga three'o'five i can move em packs


All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: “ding dong!”
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking team on
Now let my chopper ring
“Baka!” is my ringtone
F-ck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters
“Pop!” case open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga's like Stocktons

Got some niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, biaatch!

triple back in the mirror fined the mother streets
quarter back and bricks on top of these players gleeks
all these stones for my nigga is part of the streets
the danger were part of my sits
i'm in the hood undicivaded but the haters watchin
couple feelin ain't sits invisible
competition is murder haters i'm killin
f*ck my money machine i don't count it i blow it
it's my money concede it you've beem in the hood when i do it
i'm an asshole deep .. reckless, i from city houston
you can tell em the bitches,the king of the streets
somewhere deep with gorillas, can't you see the gorillas
the others tell the truth …

..i know you b*tches hate it
i'm in the new .. the one who ..created
i can't give you a diamond but i can give you fade it
before you become a member you get initiated
a lot of racks big ice heavy weapon the hood still love me 'cause i ever left
i distribute it, i get rid of it, so coming back
every beat of it, territorial so memorial and don't feel bad
talking the only you
this is real shit and that's nonsense
i got .. i got .. i got investors i get sponsors
..true i'm with monsters, ain't nothing for sure
and i got ..we're rushin the door .




Thanks to feel

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