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lirik lagu trae tha truth - bugatti (remix)

[hook: future]
i come looking for you with haitians
i stay smoking on good jamaican
i f-ck b-tches from different races
you get money they started hating
i woke up in the new bugatti
i woke up in a new bugatti
i woke up in a new bugatti
i woke up in a new bugatti
i woke up in a new bugatti

[pre-verse: trae tha truth] x2
n-gg-s be hating but they ain’t sayin sh-t
say they the truth i say get off my d-ck
f-ckin with me? i’mma get in they b-tch
put they b-tch out, and go get in they sh-t

ayo slim, i don’t think they payin attention
we need to bring this b-tch back
slim baby, ride rims through the suburbs
n-gg-s got a problem, houston

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
n-gg-s be hating but they ain’t sayin sh-t
say they the truth i say get off my d-ck
f-ckin with me? i’mma get in they b-tch
put they b-tch out, and go get in they sh-t
yea i’m the king and this city is mine
bow to the greatest, sit the f-ck down
you say you get money but nothing like mine
i ain’t the realest? i hear b-tch you lyin
jumped up early this morning
take the right b-tch to my choppa
diamonds, sip like a patient
somebody go get em a doctor
p-ssy n-gg-s be actin, somebody should give em an oscar
how you a hater but so real?
i told em you n-gg-s impostors
i woke up another day in this bugatti
with something exotic, one h-ll of a body
b-tch i’m a g but this work is gon go
i’m invested in drug money like i was gotti
n-gg- know i’m blowin c-ke money, dope money
same sh-t that they getting off the boat homey
i’m paid, never pay em all in dope money
‘cause the b-tch that you come with – got er broke for me

[verse 2: ace hood]
n-gg-s be hatin i’m rich as a b-tch
100k i spent that on my wrist
200 dollars, i spent that on your b-tch
do me a model, put that on my list
oh there he go in that foreign again
k!llin the scene bring the coroner in
murder she wrote, swallow or choke
hit her and go home, i won’t call her again
woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whippin some sh-t with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
them horses all in them porsches
you p-ss-es can’t hardly afford it
4,200 my mortgage
ballin on n-gg-s like kobe
f-ck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
reppin my city i’m runnin my state
give me a pistol then run with the k’s
n-gg-s want beef then i visit ya place (bang!)

[verse 3: ace hood]
yeah, and i’m at it again
there go that flow bringin tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
n-gg-s is sweet bring them cavities in
countin money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like olsen twins
n-gg-s is squares, coppin’ a benz
neck full of gold olympian sh-t
neimans, i’m blowing the check on they gear
fall on some p-ssy then hop on the lear
strapped with them choppers back of the rear
sak pase’ them k!llers is here
woke up early this morning, mind is tellin me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
millionaire n-gg- no rumor
livin my life off of tuna
wanted with me i deliver the beef
real n-gg-s only enjoyin the feast
pull up a seat, bon appét-t
no louboutins put that red on your sneaks (bang!)

[verse 4: rick ross]
photographs of dope boys, is all they taking
finger prints on the rolls royce, is why they hatin’
push a b-tton on these broke boys, that’s detonation
walk a road to riches bare feet
i watch mama struggle now she livin’ carefree
that’s why i hustle for half a key that’s 12 g’s
i’m tryin’ to bubble every summer a new lp
you gotta love me i got shooters out the d-league
signin’ bonus h-t that man that’s from thirty feet
left in a puddle, finger prints is on hundred mill
and what it is?
ricky rozay and ace hood, we h-lla trill
yeah

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