| Yeah, I know they ain’t think I was gon let they ass make it
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| Motherfucker you must be stupid, put your game face on bitch
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| This first and ten, hoe ass niggas
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| Niggas acting like they forgot, I’m the reason the streets relaxing
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| I brought it back for the hood, to let some real niggas get action
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| I’m certified with these streets, so why the fuck is niggas asking
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| I been riding since I was 12, now the fuck you think I’m lasting
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| Watching niggas turn gangsta daily, cause they practice flashing
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| But talking against the Truth, will have em starving like they fasting
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| I fuck around and come just start up they career, dead then I’m crashing
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| Then have em just looking stupid, till every rapper come pass em
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| Say homie you better watch me, I’ll show you how to do this shit
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| And tell them two-faces non-rapping ass niggas, stay off my dick
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| I can’t believe these niggas ego’s, that pump em up like they got beef
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| Lord knows if I get started, who the fuck can they get to stop me
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| This here’s a warning shot, niggas better be on they A-game
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| I’m the leader of the gang, and I’m running with Lil' J mayn
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| I’m only here to win, if I lose then I ain’t gon play mayn
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| I’m sick of asking niggas, who hating and they say mayn
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| Bitches ain’t no better, but they got some’ing like they know me
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| They be the first to say they fucking got money, knowing they fony
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| These bitches worst than that gold digger, trying to get all up on me
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| Then they wonder why they five dollar, roaching ass by they lonely
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| I’m here to give em the truth, and reflect em like I’m a mirror
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| And fuck a new set of glasses, I’m helping you see it clearer
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| And if I spit it respect it, cause it ain’t getting no realer
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| I been around the hood and back, and I stay posted up with killers
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| These niggas talking that hot shit, like Restless ain’t what they banging
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| Knowing that when they flipping alone, I be what they singing
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| I got the Southwest on my back, so you know I know where you hanging
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| I know you contaminated, I hope you don’t call it stinging
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| Even if I never see gold, the streets gon keep me paid off
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| And if I don’t see platinum, I’ll still never get laid off
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| Now who you think they ride for the trill, if shit didn’t break off
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| Decided over here motherfucker, now watch you fade off
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| (*talking*)
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| I think you motherfuckers, picked the wrong nigga
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| On the wrong motherfucking day, on the wrong motherfucking block
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| Now you ass hoping it stop, but shit ain’t gon stop nigga
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| You pumped your ass up, to fuck with the Truth nigga
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| I’ma give you the bidness, I can’t do nothing less you know what I’m saying
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| This what it is, nigga know this shit go way back with me nigga
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| Holla at the motherfucking O.G. |
| Dinkie, and see what the bidness is
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| This Asshole By Nature nigga, motherfuckers ain’t worth no two verses
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| They ain’t even worth a chorus, I’m play with ya you know
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| I’m having fun right now, but you piss me off
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| Your ass’ll be starving out here nigga, fuck with me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Itz On, artist - Trae. Album song Tha Truth Show - Street Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп