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z-ro & trae tha truth - still watchin lyrics

[hook – 2x]
still watching, keep peeping
still watching me yeah, keep peeping

[z-ro]
they told me, if you feel me
f-ck a record label, and a negotiation they trying to deal me
they watching me to close, and trying to play me
make a n-gga unibomb your block, everybody on me will be a swayze
patrick peep my hat trick, but i ain’t an audition
even though i’ve been known, to make people and guns come up missing
witness, my disappearing act
cause motherf-ckers be tripping and sweating me, like i’m still selling crack
or recognize my n-gga grady, out that p.u.d
all them other n-ggas act like it, but he’s my g
i sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love
i’m your partna, why i come second to b-tches and drugs
so f-ck balling with y’all, i ride out
when i’m rich, i still flip in the truck and slide out
y’all done made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood with trae
them maab n-ggas have arrived, z-ro, boss and jay

[hook – 2x]

[trae]
you must of made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood with ro
them maab n-ggas have arrived, out the trunk with a fo’-fo’
p-ssed off and agg’d, running round with a att-tude
repping the dirty south, now where the f-ck is your grat-tude
selfish son of a b-tch, we deserve the throne
i can show you how to stunt, when i’m tipping the chrome
you don’t wanna see me with that mack, in front of your home
on the block in a drop, the same color as stone
out of your league, and lately i’ve been out of my mind
i needed green as a team, so i got on the grind
s.u.c., and n-gga i’ve been repping it raw
you rep it the wrong, and n-gga i’ll be breaking your jaw
i ain’t f-cking with you n-ggas, who be f-cking with laws
the same thang different day, y’all can kiss my b-lls

[hook – 2x]

[jay’ton]
next n-gga hating s.l.a.b., getting whooped and tossed
perpetrating like a g, when you knowing you soft
it’s jay’ton i ain’t playing, when i’m spitting my name
double 12 gauge slugs, that’ll f-ck up your frame
you got me wrong, in this song got me speaking the truth
hit the block with the glock, i’ll show you my proof
they should of never mixed my blood, with the ro and trae
it’s sk all day, boss what you say

[lil boss hogg]
cop a sack c-ck the lac, cut the corner
cuff khakis creased, please call a corner
cut quarters and quarters, and kept it banging
blue both fat laces, bandanas hanging
bodies on extra tight, for the test a fight
bring light, to a n-gga tonight
wife beater with a big heel, repping the set
breaking they necks, cashing they checks and f-cking with vets

[hook – 2x]

- z ro trae tha truth lyrics

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