| Oh no, there go them Texas boys swanging in a fo’do'
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| Top still of the drop, but I moved to 24's
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| Think of taking my slab, haters I don’t think so Cause if you run up on me, I’ll be forced to let go Doing it like a G, and that’s all that I’ma show
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| My trunk done popped up, and I suicided my do’s
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| These haters be in my mix, and these boppers still on my dick
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| When I’m coming, around they corner
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| I’m from the City of Syrup, and the land of the fry
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| Where boys water out they brain, and make they confidence rise
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| When I wake up in the morning, and the sun in the sky
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| Another day another chance, to get my piece of the pie
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| But robbing season come around, whenever the drought kick in It’s guaranteed they coming for me, but I don’t know when
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| I gotta stay up on my note, or I’m paying a cost
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| Get caught slipping in the turning lane, I’m taking a loss
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| Boys be plotting on my riches, trying to get what I got
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| But if you run up on me at the light, you gon get shot
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| You gotta watch out for these females, cause they out there too
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| You think they flirting with you, but you really ain’t got a clue
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| Cause boys be stunting in the parking lot, thinking they cool
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| But when they make out the police report, they feel like a fool
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| It’s Paul Wall I’m in this, for counting stacks
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| Evading the car jack, but Trae got my back so haters back-back
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| In a 4−4 I still be swanging in a drop, trying to miss these haters
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| 24/7 like I’m a G, that for cheddar after my paper
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| Boppers riding me on the daily, like I’m unable to peep out they law
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| Try to take me up out of my slab, and watch how fast I clear the block out
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| Diamonds all in my grill, I hit the lot and my slab topless
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| And I’m something like a profit, when they see the 24's moving stopless
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| Turning heads on a daily basis, with a trunk that’ll beat your back
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| If you want it come get it, hollow tips and my clip ain’t having that
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| Paul Wall what they talking bout, I’ve been ready for them hating jackers
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| They got Trae wrong, I’ma show em the definition of a busting backer
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| They’ve been waiting to catch me slipping, they tripping I’m from the gutter
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| With a semi-automatic, make joning be making em stutter
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| In Houston we bout that drama, where roaches be on the creep
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| Everything we ride on be chrome, with at least 20 inches of feet
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| Oh no, there go them boys and they pulling out in that line
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| With a nine strapped to they spine, for whatever be going down
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| I’m trying to shine, everyday on the grind
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| I’m feeling like it’s my time, since haters be out of line
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| It’s time to reload, and put it all in they face
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| For hopping out of they place, gorillas never been safe
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| When they bout to explode, everyday on the grind
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| I’m feeling like it’s my time, since haters be out of line
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| It’s time to relooooad, it’s time to relooooad |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh No Reloaded (S.L.A.B.ed), artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Same Thing Different Day, Pt. 2 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп