Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Aight Bitch (S.L.A.B.ed), artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Tha Truth Show, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.02.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle, Trae Tha Truth
Song language: English
It's Aight Bitch (S.L.A.B.ed) |
It’s iight bitch, like to welcome y’all out |
To the Trae the Truth special right now, it’s iight bitch |
You know we here to make a few people famous |
This time around it’s iight bitch, so please pay close attention |
You might here your name, it’s iight bitch |
I prolly wasn’t shit to these hoes, just a year ago |
Now I’m at the status, I ain’t really trying to hear hoe |
If I reminisce, these bitches prolly end up getting exposed |
And I’ll gladly be the first to tell ya, bout these roach ass hoes |
And I kept it real with a few of em, time and time |
Bottom line if I don’t shine, then they subject to move around |
But I know these hoes sick, now that I’m finally getting known |
Bitch don’t even waste your breath, you know I’m riding this alone |
Some of you hoes be characters, getting in where you could fit |
Now I’m feeling like Snoop, y’all bitches ain’t shit |
I’d like to give a special shout out, to that bopping bitch Michelle |
On a hustle for the dick, and I dont think she plan to fail |
I heard she 'pose to getting rich, at the rate she was going roaching for some |
ends |
She went from sucking in a Altima, to fucking in a Benz |
Damn I guess she getting it. |
and I ain’t mad at her |
But if you get inside my range, I’ma throw an empty can at ya broke bitch |
You just can’t, trust a bitch |
Hoes try to get you, trapped up and shit |
You never know, with a hoe what you can get |
So I let em know, and I don’t miss these bitches |
A hundred grand worth of ice, would have these hoes so crazy |
Five cars and a house, will have her planning my baby |
These hoes out to get it, like a nigga hitting licks |
But the time they don’t benefit, they gon quit |
So I guess I got em mad at me now, cause they running they mouth |
These hoes in last place, knowing they let me run in they mouth |
So don’t get too comfortable baby, I can give you the blues |
So you scandalous trifling hoes, can go on and put on your shoes |
Fascinated by shining thangs, and the reputation of stars |
And she ain’t tripping on me, she’d rather fuck my car |
By far, I use to think a lot of hoes was real |
Until I seen em fuck a nigga, to get they nails refilled |
Now if that ain’t the cheapest shit, then won’t you tell me what is What about em fucking with your partna, while you watching your kids |
I know a lot of people feel me, from investing they time |
But we gon let them bitches know, they out of line I hope you catch some’ing |
bitch |
(*talking*) |
Ha-ha-ha-ha, you oughtta be ashamed of yourself bitch |