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trae tha truth - representin lyrics

[hook: tae – 4x]
oooooh-ooooh-ooh-oooooh

[trae]
yeah the n-gga okay but i feel he ain’t pimping
flipping 4-4’s but i bet he ain’t tipping
d-ck riding the slab from the grain that i’m gripping
hollow tips in the clip might leave a n-gga limping
flag on the right so i know he ain’t crippin’
i roll with five deuce so i know he ain’t tripping
unless he acting a -ss and he ready for the whipping
i’ll lean on a b-tch fat joe edition
back and i’m all about unlimited paper stacks
in a lac with the sw-ngas dipped in black
f-ck fly b-tch i’m bringing the thugging back
i know my n-ggaz in the hood be loving that
wanna raise on the block that i’m hugging that
see that b-tch with that -ss i’m rubbing that
mouthpiece garunteed i’m hauling that
n-ggaz say they got ice i’m dubbing that
-ssh0l- with a h-ll of a att-tude
n-ggaz coming up bumping then i’m leaving ’em lat-tude
i bet they b-tch -ss know bout that there
got my money right don’t doubt that there
unless you wanna see what i bring out
twenty thee plus so they know i bling out
hoes be on d-ck so the cell phone ring out
representing till they let king d out

[tae]
call me what you wanna, playing with a pimp persona
said that i get it from the corner, struggling no longer
i’m getting younger it makes you wonder, far thing from being under
let the truth be told, i’m tired of the same -ss game
n-ggaz bullsh-t ways, step it up for a change
cause i really just can’t see, my self settling for no anybody
that be f-cking with me, claiming that he got game but the big face seen
just keep it real like a g, cause eventually you’ll try to sell a dream
about getting money, so come correct with me

[hook – 4x]

[tae]
no mr. wanna-be playas, i’m not feeling your ways
in my hand i see the grands, on my finger no ring
but it seems that you bout that change, not coming up to my mind frame
got to be about your paper chase, ‘stead of trying to run lame -ss game
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 c-cked for his paper
rolling big bodies no sweepers, talking n-gga ain’t no need to creep up
creep up, i’m the one on my team real n-ggaz just say just what they mean

[hook – 4x]

[trae]
they don’t wanna see me act bad, like the young trae
that attack the track, and hit it for the one way matter fact
i pack the mac, for the gun play
let it be known, guerilla n-ggaz do it one way
any one day, in the drop f-ck a hondai
loc’s on my face, top dropped for the sun rays
f-cking with the boss, three wheeling in a six tre
with a b-tch on a n-gga d-ck, down west state
fo’ do’s up to the sky, with the hood falling
and i might sit c-cked, for the boppers calling
truck was crawling, slow from the weight i was hauling
paint was glossing, so i’m with the f-ck i’m flossing
still i’m tossing game, from the h to austin
put it up on threes, like bird in boston
for the athletes, spit it till a n-gga exhausted
wanna hear the mouthpiece, but it might just cost ’em
i stunt, on a hater
might not shine now, but i bet i shine later
feeling like pokey, half dog half gator
bonafied thug, with a little bit of playa
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 cl!ck full of real, representing for the b
i’m a -ssh0l- n-gga, out the s.u.c

[hook – 4x]

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