| Yeah, 48 hours later
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| Play it, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh yeah we still go out to dawn
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| I’mma get dine
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| Do it for my G’s
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| Hundred two degrees, fresh from overseas
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| Alicia with the keys,
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| watch me play the colla
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| Wrap it new aroma
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| Haters still a goal-a
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| Like make a hater catch a doctor
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| Cats sell it like the opera
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| Slam leave 'em like a boxer
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| Better know I got this toppa
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| All gas no one lit it
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| Backstreet’s where I’m headed
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| all kings street with credit
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| King troop, yeah I said it
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| Crown meat like I’m tip
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| Talking reckless get ya' flipped
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| It’s all healed if I trip
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| boxed you up, and get you shipped
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| This H=town verses whoever
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| low seat can’t get better
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| flu season, check the weather
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| I’mma get dine
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| I’mma move G’s
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| Running through the trees, do you see me?
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| Sitting side-ways,
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| slay up in the days
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| Banging me some Maze
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| so wing shooting trees
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| I was catching plays
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| for a new edition
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| Hit the black and held the top
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| dissappeared like a magician
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| Like work the wheel like I’m pimp
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| I’m in the cuddles thinking it’s shrimp
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| Old school gorilla, new tip
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| same time he walk with that limp
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| This ace time to come through
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| they red, black or they blue?
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| Sack gunners with me get real
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| have your body aching like flu
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| these four way tease gonna be some
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| I ain’t worry 'bout a jacker, i’mma keep some
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| Don’t watch me, better watch your old lady
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| Have her give it to me like I need some
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| She throw a ball like cleo’s
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| Hitting them all blank with no diesel
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| When I go to work they get laid off
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| Can’t get with me 'cause they’re way off
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| I’mma get dine
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| Do it for my G’s
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| running through the trees, do you see me? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Imma Get Dine , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album 48 Hours Later, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп