trae tha truth - off top lyrics
[intro: moxii double dee]
hey, hey, uh, hey
hey, hey, hey, uh, hey
hey, hey, hey, uh, hey
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[chorus: moxii double dee & trae tha truth]
hoes ride down, wanna be on me (on me)
told her “‘fore you hop in, what’s ya d.o.b.?”
airplane n+gga like b.o.b
i’m a boss ass n+gga, no j.o.b. (no what?)
you be startin’ sh+t, never p.o.p
send shout’s to my n+ggas in the p.o.d
fly ass hoes like tlc
they don’t want no scrubs, just t.l.c. (ooh, oooh)
t.l.c., t.l.c
i’ma get mine off t.o.p
come to my bag, it’s c.o.d
when it come to this sh+t, i’m a g.o.d. (g.o.d.)
i’ma get mine off t.o.p
yeah, i’ma get mine off t.o.p
walk in the spot, make it p.o.p
everybody in the club tryna bе on me
[verse 1: trae tha truth]
hatin’ on me, bettеr know they was broke
so much ice, you can hit up a slope
n+ggas ain’t sh+t, so i stay on my note
h+town king, yeah they say i’m the g.o.a.t
me and lil’ bro tryna fill up the bank
brand new whip make you get up and think
so much gas, he can fill up a tank
brand new cup, go on fill up a drank
any spot i hit is finna get packed
v.i.p., the shooter, he in the back
she a stallion, tryna get on her back
i’m a savage, i don’t know how to act
brand new bag, got me lookin’ like a star
hope it’s soft when she get up in her car
talk my sh+t, i’m bar after bar
can’t be stopped, n+ggas ain’t up to par
[chorus: moxiii double dee]
hoes ride down, wanna be on me (on me)
told her “‘fore you hop in, what’s ya d.o.b.?”
airplane n+gga like b.o.b
i’m a boss ass n+gga, no j.o.b. (no what?)
you be startin’ sh+t, never p.o.p
send shout’s to my n+ggas in the p.o.d
fly ass hoes like tlc
they don’t want no scrubs, just t.l.c. (ooh, oooh)
t.l.c., t.l.c
racked up n+gga, but i be lowkey
all city n+gga what i b.o.d
got a [? 1:39] baby and a creole freak
i don’t know n0body flyer than me
i don’t know n0body higher than me
if a n+gga can’t sell me a whole d+mn bag then that n+gga ain’t no p.l.u.g. (ain’t no plug)
[verse 2: moxiii double dee]
o.g. n+ggas in the back of the club
wouldn’t give me no dap, wouldn’t show me no love
i don’t give a f+ck about none of that sh+t
i ain’t never had nothin’, i ain’t never had a hug (nope, nope)
n+ggas know me, i’m the one in the cut
from the southwest side, get it straight out the mud
if it ain’t ’bout no money you should know about me, my n+gga, you should know it’s a dub
uptown n+gga gettin’ a+town love
uptown n+gga gettin’ h+town love
if you really got a problem, you should call my phone
n+gga no internet play, no subs
[chorus: moxii double dee & trae tha truth]
hoes ride down, wanna be on me (on me)
told her “‘fore you hop in, what’s ya d.o.b.?”
airplane n+gga like b.o.b
i’m a boss ass n+gga, no j.o.b. (no what?)
you be startin’ sh+t, never p.o.p
send shout’s to my n+ggas in the p.o.d
fly ass hoes like tlc
they don’t want no scrubs, just t.l.c. (ooh, oooh)
t.l.c., t.l.c
i’ma get mine off t.o.p
come to my bag, it’s c.o.d
when it come to this sh+t, i’m a g.o.d. (g.o.d.)
i’ma get mine off t.o.p
yeah, i’ma get mine off t.o.p
walk in the spot, make it p.o.p
everybody in the club tryna be on me
[verse 3: jared]
abn in the cut, we deep, lil’ n+gga
skrrt off, trackhawk, new jeep (skrrt)
from the west, but i move through the east, lil’ n+gga
better ask yo ho, i’m a beast (grrr)
better watch your tone ‘fore you speak, lil’ n+gga
outside everyday of the week (outside)
be baggin’ hoes, go on freak, lil’ n+gga, we taxin’, ain’t sh+t cheap (get money)
got b+tches on b+tches, no d.o.g
i done hit yo ho, tell her b.r.b
can’t call my phone, can’t be on me
can’t catch me, f+ck that c.o.p
don’t ask ’bout me, i stay lowkey
my mind on money, that’s m.o.b
got too many hoes, can’t cheat on me
and i keep a hunnid k you’ll see on me
[chorus: moxii double dee & trae tha truth]
hoes ride down, wanna be on me (on me)
told her “‘fore you hop in, what’s ya d.o.b.?”
airplane n+gga like b.o.b
i’m a boss ass n+gga, no j.o.b. (no what?)
you be startin’ sh+t, never p.o.p
send shout’s to my n+ggas in the p.o.d
fly ass hoes like tlc
they don’t want no scrubs, just t.l.c. (ooh, oooh)
t.l.c., t.l.c
i’ma get mine off t.o.p
come to my bag, it’s c.o.d
when it come to this sh+t, i’m a g.o.d. (g.o.d.)
i’ma get mine off t.o.p
yeah, i’ma get mine off t.o.p
walk in the spot, make it p.o.p
everybody in the club tryna be on me
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