Lyrics:
Y'all been burnt twenty plus
Whole family weak have my hawk shoot yo ass
Down like the Atlanta team
My shit hitting, I guess that I'm Trae Young
Sit back
Yeah (I was gon hold you down)
It's iight bitch, like to welcome y'all out
To the Trae the Truth special right now
It's iight bitch
You know we here
grave
I never got to be like Mike
Cause I ended up like my brother
Livin crazy in these streets
But an angel around my mother
Fascinated by the light in
A couple niggas on parole
Hustling by the sto'
I'm telling that ain't the way to go
Play your role
But you don't hear me though
This what I'm living fo'
what’s bumping in my trunk is Fat Pat, Trae & Ro.
Used to bag it by the nic broke down P’s by the O
Now ya boy’s gone legit & getting dollas off the flo.
bienvenida
Hoy hay party so trae tus amigas
Estamos bebiendo, fumando hoy se forma la película
Sabe que ella le gusta eso cuando yo le dejo caer to el peso
News
I got you written by your boy MP
Who be eating siete mares while Im cruising seven seas
Then I hop on 10 speeds riding through the island breeze
right
I just spinned the block
Drop it like it’s hot
Meet my by the spot
See you in the lot
She just want a rock
I just want some top
Serve you
me, I hold much aggression
We makin' lil' niggas cry by the way we pressin
This lil' bitch eat dick, all my nuts she catchin
This nigga baby mama
never gave me no hugs
But she be showing me love
Tell by the way that she suck
Henny all up in my system
I think I finished my cup
Shawty see diamonds
físico o psíquico
Pero siempre trae mensaje
I feel so high
I feel so high i feel so high
This Paradise
Este paraíso
Looks at the sky
Mira al cielo mira al
yo la asoto
Cintura ya me trae loco
Dame un poco
Se mueve como la marea
Le gusta mi flow mi Madera
(WATER)
Esta mojada la nena
(WATER)
Si solo estar
and Uncle face
Big Mello, geto Boyz, tobe, J.prince, zro and trae
Paul Wall, Big Pokey, Fat Pat, swisha House, Blackie and Beyonce
I just named a few from
Thee Stallion
She gone let me hit in the mirror, play it back when I miss her
Fell in love wit her posture, from the back I see pillows
Told Trae I need
I'm pulling these hoes on a paper tolls
Or a add by the woods take her to the Mo'
Lil B got slow weed you could blow
Twenty yeah on my wrist and
It's
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
guess I'm
Still in the right chair
Trying to delete my circle before it's
Got by the right square
Been chosen their bed though it
Gave me a light scare
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my
Breakin bread and break 'em off with the Swishahouse man, what it do
[Verse 17 - Chamillionaire - imitating Trae]
So they don't wanna get it
Really really
a crowded room I feel by myself
Everybody's fake I guess I'll keep it real by myself
When I catch a fake nigga doing fake nigga shit
He gon' be mad
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