Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FrFr, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Tha Truth, Pt. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Abn, EMPIRE
Song language: English
FrFr |
| For real, for real |
| For real, for real |
| Countin' money, count the hard |
| Got me feelin' like a star |
| Niggas wanna see me scored |
| So I got something in the car |
| Way too many niggas fraud |
| Hatin' me like it’s a joke |
| I’ll be damned if I get rolled |
| Cuz I’m a send they ass to God |
| For real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real |
| Niggas hate I got it locked |
| In these streets they say I’m hot |
| Bein' real a' get you got |
| Probably something that you’re not |
| I just got another Glock |
| Tell the plug I need another block |
| And I don’t fuck with niggas |
| Niggas get you popped |
| That’s why I’m on the block wit hundreds and a stock |
| Who they tryna block? |
| I tell them I ain’t fo' it |
| Play it like I’m Curry, how could you ignore it |
| Hatin' got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it |
| Me I’m doin' me, it’s something that’s important |
| I rep for Houston like Whitney nigga |
| Boy N Da Hood, ain’t no Ricky nigga |
| Try to picture what Audemar fit me nigga |
| Might just buy the whole spot cuz I’m picky nigga |
| Me and |
| He make a call I’m jumpin' out my body |
| Somebody get hit we like Illuminati |
| We push it and kick it like we do karate |
| Now who they gon' try |
| Tell them to fly and I can get’em the crash |
| better get your cash |
| Fuck nigga cut it, I ain’t talkin grass |
| I’m from a place where shit get hard |
| Everybody out wanna be stars |
| One on my waist, and got one in the car |
| Ain’t no fear, tryin' not to get scored |
| Want some millions, turn out some hard |
| Fuck niggas it’s a full time job |
| Slip up, might turn up robbed |
| Pissed off now I’m talking to God |
| For real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real |
| Realist nigga nothin' less |
| I’m the streets and you a guest |
| All that hatin' got you stressed |
| Bitch hate on me and get ya pressed |
| I just got my sack up on everybody |
| Might pull up trippin with everybody |
| Clear the block and my clip out on everybody |
| Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody |
| Ain’t no time to try to talk and finesse |
| Disrespect and I’ll be at yo' address |
| If I go to work, I’ll bring it right to yo desk |
| Ain’t no H and O I take it right to you chest |
| Let you make it nigga, how? |
| You only trap what I allow |
| King wit it nigga, bow |
| Fuck next I was now |
| Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand |
| If we don’t lock up I take it to your man |
| Do what I want all day I have a plan |
| I’m from the west I get you where you stand |
| Sick of niggas playin foul |
| Teach a nigga like a lecture |
| Run a chopper 'til it catch ya |
| Might just end up on a stretcher |
| Countin' money, count the hard |
| Got me feelin' like a star |
| Niggas wanna see me scored |
| So I got something in the car |
| Way too many niggas fraud |
| Hatin' me like it’s a joke |
| I’ll be damned if I get rolled |
| Cuz I’m a send they ass to God |
| For real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real (for real) |
| For real, for real, for real |