| Uh huh*
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| Young Money muhfucker
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| Trae I got’cha
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| Even if ya not listening you goin hear me
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| Real niggas love me and them other niggas feel me
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| Pourin up the purple shit puffin on the ziggy
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| Top down on the coupe, bitches askin who is he?
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| Gudda Gudda bitch the name rangin every city
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| Real nigga music they talk it I doos it
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| All about the money so the track I abuse it
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| Been drankin all day, I done dunked the whole cruiser
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| Name a nigga better, the place I’m right in front of me
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| I lay em face down in the street right in front of me
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| Gun to his back bullets coming out the front
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| Make examples outta niggas cause he shouldn’t of never front on me
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| Miserable niggas and misery loves company
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| I keep a two neen’s in the shoutgun company
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| Young Money, ABN that’s the mob
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| We take it old money don’t quit’cha day job
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| Nigga!
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| Tippin inside some hood shit, beating my life away
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| Four in the morning thuggin can’t get seen in the light of day
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| Terrorizing the city tell em I got the right of way
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| A nigga jump outta place and I collect with a righter way
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| This burner like the trip it might end up taking yo waist off
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| So bullets show direction like Wayne blowing yo face off
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| They throw and hit your block with this chopper and fuck ya place off
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| Have a ticket to the district attorney to blow the case off
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| I’m on this street shit, riding like a renegade
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| Wrist something refresher stones same color lemonade
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| You be stupid to think to run up on me
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| Bitch I got niggas bigger than Shaq outta dressing me as they big homie
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| Neither of them Asshole niggas I know you heard about em
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| And even on this 6 foot 6 won’t get a word about em
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| Bitch I’m above my cash, money like Dwayne Carter
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| ABN and Young Money damn it ain’t a team harder
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| Fresh off the plane from La Guardia
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| Jae Millz
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| Time wait for no man so if you got no plan
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| Ya might as well get some steel toes and kick coke cans
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| You can be a had not my choice if ya wanna
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| But my choice is to go hard New V for the summer
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| Nigga I’m a hustla dead president’s hunter
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| And for them dead presidents I’ll hunt ya, I’ll slump ya
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| Won’t second guess I won’t wonder
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| I let off that Kevin Durant feel the thunder!
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| MAAAH! |
| Get the fuck up out my way boy ya ought too
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| A broke conversation I’m the wrong one to talk too
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| I talk money and my money yeah it talk too
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| Just drove something dumb out the dealership off walk-toos
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| Both wrists froze bitch and I’m never shook
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| A one way vacation I’ll get em booked
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| The ticket charge free put it on me
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| Matta fact YME is Millz Trae and double G
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| That’s murda
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| Fuck with it nigga
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| Uh-huh
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hood Nights (feat. Gudda Gudda & Jae Millz) , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Can’t Ban Tha Truth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп