| Daddy, I wanna ride in that old school today
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| You wanna ride in that old school, what you wanna ride in that fo'?
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| I’m tryna get this money, man
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| Oh, yeah? |
| What you know about getting money?
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| See you’re gonna be a problem just like your older brother, fool
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| I ain’t mad at you though, sun is hot, huh?
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| Guess I might as well shine on a few today
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| Aight man, come on!
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| Where my keys at?
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| I gotta hit this corner homie
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| Real anticipation
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| Shit i was getting money
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| A couple nigga hating
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| A couple bitches waiting too
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| Tell them to pick a number
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| Look like laguna, kinda hard to keep them getting under
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| I’m in my old school, swingin like i’m stevie wonder
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| They say my wrist don’t make sense, i call them dumb and dumber
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| I track your feel through half these women call me trae the runner
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| I keep a shooter riding with that oklahoma thunder
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| When he done he switch up cities like if he james harding
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| You about that wood? |
| i like to beg your motherfucking pardon
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| You better find someone to play with
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| I’m in my old school coolin nigga
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| Better not say shit
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| Hit the block homie, shine on them like lights
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| Let the ceiling take flight (in my old school)
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| Beat the trunk on them
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| Let the 4's poke out so fuck niggas be about (in my old school)
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| A couple women with with me, ain’t hard to see what they about
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| So much ass they can’t get out (in my old school)
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| It ain’t no point of flexing
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| I grab my 6 and money until my hustle run out
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| (in my old school)
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| Keep more wood than a cabin
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| Nigga what really happen?
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| Paint hard as fuck, leather soft as a napkin
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| Yeah the truth leaning corners like it’s purple rain
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| I’m moving slow with somthing floating on them purple planes
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| Body thick as hell, picture in the perfect frame
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| Lord knows i only seen her ass, i never heard her name
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| The black stayed up, terrific king like the national champ
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| Real nigga exercizing till i catch a cramp
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| Slow loud and banging when i’m itching the other chick to stand
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| Fore i pull my rank and send the word to rearrange the camp
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| Im in my old school, this whip cold fool
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| Earthquake, i have it beatin through your soul fool
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| Brown cadillac, white chevrolet
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| All day every day (in my old school)
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| Candy paint dripping, man i ain’t ever slipping
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| Yeah i’m 20 cripping (in my old school)
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| I keep my music loud
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| As i move the crowd
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| With the windows down
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| Banging that motown
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| Blowing the dogg pound
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| They tell me «slow down»
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| (In my old school)
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| Times wasting, i'm going to go get it
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| Drop the top, lifting out cities
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| Squat it, got it, feeling good
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| Rolling around my neighborhood
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| Bossing up, tossing up cash
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| Glass house, ass drag
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| Go to the store and get me one more
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| Low riders, three or four
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| Cali chronic is all that we blow
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| Trae the truth right from the intro
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| So when you get down to your last few dollars
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| Really wanna sell it but you don’t wanna holler
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| Laid laid back back
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| Lean lean to the side
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| AC blowing, now you know it
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| How we rolling on the west side |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Old School , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album I Am King, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп