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trae tha truth - o.g. bobby johnson (remix) lyrics

[verse 1 – trae tha truth]
all black whip but the flow kick
i’m the king of the streets, what you know b-tch
if you say i ain’t the king, you don’t know sh-t
yeah n-gga, other n-ggas doing ho sh-t
greenlight everybody on go b-tch
b-tch in the backseat tryna blow sh-t
but i’m on some mo sh-t, run up in yo door sh-t
tryna get this money, everybody on they floor sh-t
i’m on the ?, strapped like john wayne
then put a price on your head for a little change
i can bomb a n-gga block with a little aim
bout to dedicate a 5 like lil wayne
i’m on that og bobby johnson sh-t
in a drop ?, i’d done lost my sh-t
n-ggas say you on, like a bunch of bright lights
my n-ggas tryna off ya sh-t
i burn a b-tch up, no propane
put fire on they -ss like little flames
i got this b-tch locked down, no chains
and let the people come and get this n-gga, no names
6 rings on like mj, i’ma tense these n-ggas like sensei
sh-t if you ask me, n-ggas been g-y
you wanna get famous n-gga say trae

[verse 2 – t.i.]
ok, we started catching felonies in bankhead
riding through the hood in a hot box
its ‘96, n i swear i had a trap house
every day cut school to sell crack rock
i gotta pistol in the pocket and a bank roll
anybody try me i’ma let the thang go, bust it
i put a whole clip where ya kangol, cousin
and yo homie don’t like it but he can’t do nothing
came through busting, and respect that
you violated mandatory n-gga, bet that
walk up, pull out a smith and wesson, push ya wig back
now the undercover askin people if we did that
they came with the og’s hanging, oz’s slanging
styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking
you run up on me wrong the .44 be bangin
meet you at the crossroad where they don’t be sanging

[hook – que]
word on the street i’m a suspect
hangin’ with the k!llers in the projects
potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
catch a n-gga slippin’ from behind (boom)
o.g. bobby johnson!
o.g. bobby johnson!
o.g. bobby johnson!
o.g. bobby johnson!

[verse 3 – que]
hundred bands on your head get the job done
throw it up throw it up n-gga where ya from
whole hood hot cause ya n-gga hittin’ l!cks
ain’t made a mil yet but it’s still n-gga rich
stick em up stick em up stick em (stick em up)
how ya want it n-gga? full or the semi
lurkin’ for the cash, searchin’ for the bag
young n-gga wildin’, throwin’ up flags
shooters on the roof with a scope (boom boom)
money make em treat ya like the pope (like a king)
work the block like dikembe in the post (cook em up)
n-gga hit it with the fork (hit it)

[hook]
word on the street i’m a suspect
hangin’ with the k!llers in the projects
potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
catch a n-gga slippin’ from behind (boom)
o.g. bobby johnson!
o.g. bobby johnson!
o.g. bobby johnson!
o.g. bobby johnson!

- trae tha truth lyrics

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