| These motherfuckers, act like we was gone somewhere
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| Bitch we still in the game, and we still running shit
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| It’s bout time I set it off round this motherfucker, Boss
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| I tell a motherfucker, check out the grill
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| Check out the steel, check out the fifth wheel
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| Scope out the belts and bumpers, on back of the black Lac
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| I got a black Mac, in a backpack
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| Lil' nigga, known to bang to the tip-top
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| Zip a nigga, in a six foot Ziplock
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| Make a talking ass nigga, get a lip lock
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| I’ve been rapping for the cash, fuck hip-hop
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| Bitch niggas, don’t get far
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| Boss bout to make a nigga, get a big scar
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| Are you ready, for the big war
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| Got big G’s, hopping out of big blue cars
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| Big blue stars on our feet, nigga don’t slip with the heat
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| Niggas go to sleep, with the heat
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| With a toe tag, on his feet
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| When we creep, ain’t a damn thang sweet
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| Better watch out, 'fore you open your mouth up
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| Cause niggas out the H, might beat your block up
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| Dropped on the block, with the top done popped up
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| Fell back the trunk, and unlock the knocked up
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| Look at the grill on my car, look at the grill in my mouth
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| Look at the grill, on top of the big truck
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| Cuts in my mouth, it’s invisible stuff
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| Get back bitch, 'fore a nigga get rough
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| I got a 4−5, and I bet I don’t bluff
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| I got a bad bitch, but a nigga don’t cuff
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| Seem real high, but a nigga don’t puff (a nigga don’t puff)
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| Not on the weed, but I’m riding hydro
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| Might get killed, for everything that I know
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| But I got way mo' tips, than hollow
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| To make a nigga don’t want drama, no mo'
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| Don’t get blessed, run in your mouth
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| A click of guerillas, might run in your house
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| On top of that, we might run in your spouse
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| The same way, that a nigga run through the South
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| We G-A-N-G-S-T-A
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| Running from the laws, from around my way
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| Ain’t no way, to get around my K
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| Deep down South, is what I rep everyday
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| (*talking*)
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| This is just the beginning of this shit
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| Assholes By Nature nigga, Slow Loud And Bangin'
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| Motherfuckers running round here, really smelling theyself
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| I outta put you hoes back in place, back and touch your toe self
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| So you know the real, and you know what’s not
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| Nigga S.L.A.B. |
| been in this shit, we been in these streets
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| We running this shit nigga, simple and plain
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| Screwed Up Click, Assholes By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
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| Ain’t shit changed round here baby, we gon keep it gutter a hundred percent
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| We been on this pain shit for real, peep game recognize
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| Look at the grill, bitch ass motherfuckers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro We Back 2, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Plex, Vol. 4.5 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп