| Fall off in the club, let’s get it popping
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| I’ma drank Patrone, till the do’s go to locking
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| Fat booty dropping, I’ma do my thang
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| Long necks stay bopping boss, I’ma spit my game
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| I’ma come up in this thang, miscean and a fitted
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| Them new J’s the piece and chain, looking mean on you bitches
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| I got a sleigh round my waistline, mossie oak down
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| Diamond style, boppers get the green and niggaz get the frown
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| No smile get it twisted, and you will get stomped
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| Mayn your partnas ain’t gon help you, cause your click full of chumps
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| Don’t get your shit locked up, and disfigured
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| In the club drunk jumping, with them young crunk niggaz
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| If you bump me, I'ma go G with it Brought a mac up in the club, but I'm low key with it All the bouncers show me love, cause they know G give it They don't shake a nigga down, |
| cause I'm O.G. |
| with it Ay dope boy in it, give me some room
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| I done came down, with the legion of doom
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| I’ma bust rounds, with the legion of doom
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| If you tremble with us kinfolk, you be in your tomb
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| We got the J’s on, we in the club jumping
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| The boppers looking good, they trying to cut something
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| Sipping on Patrone, swisha full of purp'
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| Don’t ask us how we do it, you know we got that work
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| I got them J’s on my toes, heater on the hip
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| Not to mention I’m fifty deep, in case a hater wanna trip
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| Niggaz bout to get the bidness, acting hard like a G Who the fuck he talking to, it damn sho’ain’t me
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| I’ll bring it to your do', like Fed-Ex or the UPS
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| Introducing you to the ground, till the bouncers pumping your chest
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| I’m nothing like you done seen, hundred grand worth of ice lit
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| It ain’t no need for thinking bout it, I garuntee I’m the shit
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| Loc’s all across the face, of a gangsta inside the club
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| Just know that I’m watching niggaz, they jumping they getting drug
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| I got clip in the homie dog, and on top of that A.B.N.
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| And we don’t give a fuck, niggaz know ain’t no stopping A.B.N.
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| Boss on that Patrone, Jay’Ton got it cracking
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| Two thousand worth of ones, will have these roaching hoes stacking
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| Trae moving screwed up, and got boys in a daze
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| If I make it to the trunk, boys bout to hear them K’s
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| Cause I’m crucial with it, Cotton Row up in this piece with me Coedine got them hoes, getting blowed off the Remmy
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| Blue Dog, got em getting throwed off the Henny
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| They gon have em ass naked, we won’t spend nan penny
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| I know, you lame ass niggaz gon trip
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| When we dip up out the backdo', with your main chick
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| Might as well, go on take the handcuffs off her wrist
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| She going with me I got reservations at the Rits
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| She going to free, she gon get up in the G whip
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| And soon as we hit the room, she gon do the whole click
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| But I gotta commend you homes, mayn your broad too thick
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| My mella I like your taste, I’ma take your next chick simp |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dem Jayz, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Tha Truth Show, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп