| Pull up on the block, it’s like a motherfuckin parade
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| Middle of the Loove, feel like I’m standin on the stage
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| When I show my face, watch how the city celebrate
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| Cause it’s a real nigga holliday
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| Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
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| The hood, they love it, the block, they love it
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| Pull up on haters, tell m it was free
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| It was the truth, if not, it would be me
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| Everything black inside, you couldn’t see
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| I’m presidential, nothin over me
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| It’s Trae, nigga, runnin through m like a grayhound
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| All tthis shit around my neck, got me weighed down
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| Tell the bitches no time for me to play around
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| I only want it from the waist down
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| You ain’t never seen it like this, no
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| I got your bitch in the sweets, nigga
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| Half a mill on bricks, nigga
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| Now what you talkin bout, bitch, nigga
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| Got them views from the 6, in my whip plates
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| Understand I’m the man up in this state
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| Got a 40 on my hand, so you know I stay safe
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| I walk a nigga down, homie, I don’t get chaced
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| Pull up on the block, it’s like a motherfuckin parade
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| Middle of the Loove, feel like I’m standin on the stage
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| When I show my face, watch how the city celebrate
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| Cause it’s a real nigga holliday
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| Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
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| The hood, they love it, the block, they love it
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| In the streets I’m king, no question
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| And I’m street for life, bitch, I’m a Texin
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| In the city, they say I’m a blessin
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| I just hopped out of something, I’m flexin
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| King Truth ain’t nothin nice
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| And you think you see me when I’m with Price
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| I had to hit the roll, I ain’t talkin dice
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| Say, bitch, I’m the one, ain’t talkin twice
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| I could show you how to do it, nigga, take notes
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| See me sweatin through the streets, tryna get stokes
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| You ain’t out for the money, stay broke
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| You better pay me what I want, I don’t take quotes
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| New penthouse sweet, what I’m stayin in
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| I’m the heavyweight truth, ain’t no weighing in
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| All up in your girl body, what I’m playin in
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| Pull us over, you can tell m I was ABN
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| Pull up on the block, it’s like a motherfuckin parade
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| Middle of the Loove, feel like I’m standin on the stage
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| When I show my face, watch how the city celebrate
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| Cause it’s a real nigga holliday
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| Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
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| The hood, they love it, the block, they love it
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| Asshole by nature, nigga, no members
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| How I go to work, bitch, keep four hammers
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| Run the city, where they pour four numbers
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| At the bank gettin head like I’m in the manner
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| I’m just coolin, don’t fuck up my energy
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| I admit it, we different, we enomies
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| I’m the man, I would never pretend to be
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| Paparazzi takin shots like it’s Hennessy
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| New whip, you don’t see the glare
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| New bitch, you don’t see the ass
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| When I step out in the hood, you don’t see the cash
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| When I pull up, better see the grass
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| I’m a fool, go retarded
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| Ballen, playin like I started
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| They stay watchin me, like I’m recordin
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| Shit was finished soon as I departed
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| Pull up on the block, it’s like a motherfuckin parade
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| Middle of the Loove, feel like I’m standin on the stage
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| When I show my face, watch how the city celebrate
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| Cause it’s a real nigga holliday
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| Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
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| The hood, they love it, the block, they love it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trae Day , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Tha Truth, Pt. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп