lirik lagu t bone (det) – truth
(rj always trippin man
rj always trippin man)
i got bl!ck on me
and another n~gga b~tch on me
how ironic cuz my n~gga quan be my rich homie
find the coach on your team send the blitz on em
you gon’ get your ass switched if it’s cheese on you
i bang the 23 just like bron right in front the neighbors
bullets get in the side of his head like he getting tapered
it’s only right i play that johnboy on my way to capers
be on top with my money i ain’t got patience
12 wrote my name they gon take me down to the station
n~ggas hatin, they b~tches waiting
freak b~tches just told mе put my d~ck in ~n~s
but i ain’t even do it
my d~ck got soft
and i made hеr chew it
you don’t see me with that b~tch no more then i probably blew it
you better get some funds
had my bl!ck make a beat cuz it got a drum
this b~tch breath stank, so i bought her gum
this weed strong as h~ll, sh~t got a punch
how ironic that his name punch
had my n~ggas hit your hat while i’m eating lunch
i’m at ihop at 4 so i’m eating brunch
you know you gon’ fail tryna pull a stunt
have my money up front i can’t even front
ain’t gotta watch that backdoor i’m coming through the front
he kept making jokes, now that n~gga runtz
pretty b~tch and she got that junk in the trunk
leave a n~gga stankin on the street like a f~ckin skunk
send the [?] bald head like i f~ck with monks
to make this sh~t i got here take you a couple months
or d~mn near a year
makin plays in cleveland like a cavalier
but what ya heard i said, bullets flying past your ear
b~tch you don’t know me, tell the truth
i probably met you at [?]
probably begging me can you bring your friends in the booth
in this b~tch actin loose
he can’t duck when i tap this n~gga head call em goose
i’m known for giving fades like i’m boosie
dawg sing to these hoes call em toosie
got a clip long enough to shoot a f~ckin movie
catch an opp, roll em up in the loose leaf
i played the white tee off the guccis
probably why this white b~tch tryna give me coochie
i took the heart away like yfn lucci
one transaction
wood taste so good d~mn near didn’t pass it
caught an opp, couldn’t shoot that n~gga i guess he a [?]
treat an opp like dirty clothes, throw em in the basket
walk around with a n~gga taxes
[?] really got no pape for real, he just cappin
i might cook it to what you need, depends who was askin
on stage turnt like a rockstar
nah for real i’m just geeked off the wockhardt
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