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trying to stall him
This right here is all that I see
T-R-A-E is all that I be
Same thang different day
Gotta live your life by any means

It's the same

we playing it raw
Don't nobody wanna mess around with KMJ
When my SK finna spray
By the time you wanna mess with Trae
My enterouge on the way
Big

Only change you get from Trae
Is how I'm treating your ass
Don't hit my phone
Better call that nigga who
Be beating your ass and by the way
I really love

But the hate ain't one
Fuck it the cash ain't either
So I'm strapped with a gun
I hit the West on the tip
While I'm flipping a '59
Eyes covered by

on the block together
Damn it'll be okay
I got a certified plack that's on the way
Trae Dougie D and Z-Ro gotta
Ride for the dog
Gotta grind for the dog put
It

riding, got me loaded and cocked
Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out

I heard they coming to get me
But it ain't gon be no easy task
See me with

wings
Look at all these slaves with they
Fractured arms up and slings
After being vigorously snatched up
By the puppet strings
They can't tempt me I'm

For cheddar we mash on sight
I done came a long way
Ain't no time to be being broke
United for cash we got's to get paid
By any means necessary
Live

In My City

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

[Chorus: x 2]
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

them, when you call me I say I wanna make it 
 
I don't betray, do you best try no women no cry, ese culo distrae, muéstrame para ver qué es lo que trae

the shit I rap is absolute, truth like Trae you could catch me in my bag you gook
My nigga (edited) the type to snatch you for your valuables
My nigga

dead like Trae behind screens
I'll take all the smoke please hold the Visine 
All becomes clear know what I mean
They love to chuck stones in cribs you

crifra trae 120 en cada vértice
Tomando Hennessy fumando en Belice
Ciego como Stick shit saciandoles la sed...

Yeah! Yeah.. solo digo verdades
Tu rapero

I UNGDOMMENS VAAR
(Poem by Knut Hamsun)

Se, ude mod Solen der ligger
mit Slot utaf Bjærgkrystal.
Der har jeg saa mange Sale
og Tjenere uden Tal.

the screw heads crank it up feel this
Rest In Peace Pimp C from the heart of Texas
If you don’t know, we’ll you gon learn some truth today
Asshole by nature,

overseas wie die London Games
Ey es geht straight up - dont worry Babe
Ich shoote downtown ey wie ein Drive by
Triple Double blow out, score high, no lie

pool
And all I think about is getting loot
And stay paper by the multitude
Her pussy wetter than a swimming pool
Because a boss nigga making boss moves

dijo tu amiga
No te deprimas y trae bebidas
Flowazos bajos rayo' del sol
Botellas cortadas de Coca con ron, hielo y limón, vamo'
Por mis hermanos pongo

højeste pas

Kvinders øjne spejder bag ved klædet
Der er høns i store bure af træ
Toget trækker drevent gennem sortehavsstrædet
En lille dreng sover tungt

With my worst we could bet that 

Limited edition 
They like where u get that 

Riding like trae
But sum how u got left  back 

Life ain't a movie 
But

turned nothing into something
Girl I'm not yo buddy, give me head like a concussion
Saved by the bell, now I'm a symbol, like percussion
Trae 'Nem the talk

Kesha don't like me cause he like me
Wanna be friends, just invite me
Nigga name trae don't excite me 
Not with em but im still wifey
Bitch gotta

of whack
24 hours she gone off the powder I pop me a perc and align her back (yeah)
Used to sell by the bus stop for nothing
OBPD pull up we was runnin'