| Yeah the nigga okay but I feel he ain’t pimping
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| flipping 4−4's but I bet he ain’t tipping
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| Dick riding the slab from the grain that I’m gripping
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| hollow tips in the clip might leave a nigga limping
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| Flag on the right so I know he ain’t Crippin'
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| I roll with five deuce so I know he ain’t tripping
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| Unless he acting a ass and he ready for the whipping
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| I’ll lean on a bitch Fat Joe edition
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| Back and I’m all about unlimited paper stacks
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| in a Lac with the swangas dipped in black
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| Fuck fly bitch I’m bringing the thugging back
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| I know my niggaz in the hood be loving that
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| Wanna raise on the block that I’m hugging that
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| see that bitch with that ass I’m rubbing that
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| Mouthpiece garunteed I’m hauling that
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| niggaz say they got ice I’m dubbing that
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| Asshole with a hell of a attitude
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| niggaz coming up bumping then I’m leaving 'em latitude
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| I bet they bitch ass know bout that there
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| got my money right don’t doubt that there
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| Unless you wanna see what I bring out
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| twenty thee plus so they know I bling out
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| Hoes be on dick so the cell phone ring out
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| representing till they let King D out
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| Call me what you wanna, playing with a pimp persona
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| Said that I get it from the corner, struggling no longer
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| I’m getting younger it makes you wonder, far thing from being under
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| Let the truth be told, I’m tired of the same ass game
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| Niggaz bullshit ways, step it up for a change
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| Cause I really just can’t see, my self settling for no anybody
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| That be fucking with me, claiming that he got game but the big face seen
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| Just keep it real like a G, cause eventually you’ll try to sell a dream
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| About getting money, so come correct with me No Mr. wanna-be playas, I’m not feeling your ways
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| In my hand I see the grands, on my finger no ring
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| But it seems that you bout that change, not coming up to my mind frame
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| Got to be about your paper chase, 'stead of trying to run lame ass game
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| Just keep it playa, let me see you hold it down keep your weight up But I know ya who thugging thangs up, keep it fly cocked for his paper
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| Rolling big bodies no sweepers, talking nigga ain’t no need to creep up Creep up, I’m the one on my team real niggaz just say just what they mean
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| They don’t wanna see me act bad, like the young Trae
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| That attack the track, and hit it for the one way matter fact
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| I pack the Mac, for the gun play
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| Let it be known, guerilla niggaz do it one way
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| Any one day, in the drop fuck a Hondai
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| Loc’s on my face, top dropped for the sun rays
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| Fucking with the Boss, three wheeling in a six tre
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| With a bitch on a nigga dick, down west state
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| Fo’do’s up to the sky, with the hood falling
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| And I might sit cocked, for the boppers calling
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| Truck was crawling, slow from the weight I was hauling
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| Paint was glossing, so I’m with the fuck I’m flossing
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| Still I’m tossing game, from the H to Austin
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| Put it up on threes, like Bird in Boston
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| For the athletes, spit it till a nigga exhausted
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| Wanna hear the mouthpiece, but it might just cost 'em
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| I stunt, on a hater
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| Might not shine now, but I bet I shine later
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| Feeling like Pokey, half dog half gator
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| Bonafied thug, with a little bit of playa
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| Back on note for the pimp that I am, and the G that I be With a game full of Loc’s, representing for the C In a click full of real, representing for the B
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| I’m a Asshole nigga, out the S.U.C. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Representin', artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Later Dayz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп