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lirik lagu trae tha truth - danny glover (remix)

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[hook: young thug]
okay, cool, okay, bool, i love her
i’m a save her, yes, like danny glover
i’m a call my partner ‘fore her, i f-ck her mother
i p-ss them a molly, now they kiss each other
every time i f-ck, i gotta hit me least like two b-tches
boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
foreign car outside, that b-tch got two digits
money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
who the f-ck told them that trae not the king of the streets, sh-t i rep like no other
yea i get money like diddy, but everything else by me came out the gutter
that’s why i pull up with no ceilings like weezy, yelling f-ck a hater no rubber
dare one of you p-ssies to run up on me, it be over put that on my mother
i-i am not backing down, hang up my chopper, no f-cking round
f-cking with me, i’m a shut it down
bullets come flying, no ducking down
won’t nothing be funny, i’m not a clown
have k!llers and (jail) n-ggas touching down
shut the f-ck up, not a f-cking sound
you no longer sh-t cause i’m back in town
money so long, i ain’t got a f-cking limit
haters get brushed, name sh-t (shouldn’t been in it)
hoes ain’t sh-t, give em’ back like they rented
trusain bolt, every night i run up in it
everything black, presidential lose city
n-ggas can’t see me like a young n-gga tinted
home town temple, for the crown i’ll win it
stay on point, other n-ggas can’t pin it

[hook: young thug]
okay, cool, okay, bool, i love her
i’m a save her, yes, like danny glover
i’m a call my partner ‘fore her, i f-ck her mother
i p-ss them a molly, now they kiss each other
every time i f-ck, i gotta hit me least like two b-tches
boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
foreign car outside, that b-tch got two digits
money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets

[verse 2: young thug]
who the f-ck told you that young thugger thugger don’t f-ck up the beat?
i got six cars and i also got rentals and all of ’em tinted
no, i’m not nipsey, not from l.a., but i got keys to the city
i f-ck it, i suck it, i beat it down, then she beat me to the ceilin’
stoner my lifestyle, i’m livin’ too wild
i came to make you proud, that money keep her around
in love with her head, i can’t turn it down
can’t wait for my time to come back around
she see that you don’t got lil haiti’s style
plus i just seen snoop on girls gone wild
i just bought a bentley and a b-tch came with it
young rich n-gga hittin’ million dollar l!cks
balling in new york like a motherf-cking knick
you better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
and everywhere i go i got a p-ss like the staff
i’m goin’ off top like a motherf-ckin’ lay up
357, six shots like al
i left ten bands in a motherf-ckin’ cab

[hook: young thug]
okay, cool, okay, bool, i love her
i’m a save her, yes, like danny glover
i’m a call my partner ‘fore her, i f-ck her mother
i p-ss them a molly, now they kiss each other
every time i f-ck, i gotta hit me least like two b-tches
boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
foreign car outside, that b-tch got two digits
money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets

[verse 3: nicki minaj]
every time i come out i ain’t never with no new b-tches
these b-tches is stealing, i’mma sue b-tches
dripping down his d-ck, this p-ssy too vicious
every time i f-ck him i say “whose is it?”
who the f-ck tell ’em that they was like nicki? oh no, b-tches didn’t!
i’mma give b-tches a minute of shine then i’ll tell ’em good riddance
to raise a child, it might take a village
but i wouldn’t know cause these b-tches my sons; yes, they was, and they still is
gave him the kitten, now that n-gga smitten
told him to hop in my foreign and then i said “no, i’m just kiddin’!”
h-ll of a livin’, you b-tches on chitlins
when i come out of my mansion i sprinkle some bread to the pigeons
b-tches is lyin’, they lyin’, they lyin’, they lie in they bio
so i ain’t f-ckin’ with chickens unless i got pico de gallo
girls is plottin’, what more could they steal?
tell justin timberlake that i am comin for jessica biel
b-tch i’m a star-rah, you n-ggas, i holla tomarrah
doors go up cause i am too rich to cop a gallardo
no regular doors, on aventadors
painted it pink just so i could take pictures while you rented yours
h-ll of a ticket, h-ll of a price
i want it, i get it, i wire the money, i never think twice
i am not g-y, but lesbi precise
cause if she pretty, then watch it cause i’mma be f-ckin’ ya wife

[verse 4: t.i.]
ok, cool, ok, bu, i love her
i’mma save her, yes, like danny glover
i’mma call my partner befo’ i f-ck the mother
i pay them in molly, now kiss each other
everytime i f-ck i gotta hit me least like two b-tches
boy, tha doppy whip, you need like new wrists
foreign car outside, that b-tch got 2 digits
money stand like 8ft, just like 2 midgets
so shawty gonna trippin get some new chicks
let me tell you what i did
and i bought a new whip
filled it with some cute, b-tches
while they was on ig, taking a new pic
i was in the bushes in the valentine day
with a k, tryna shoot cupid
think im playing, for the cab 50 bands
and whateva’s stacked in that minnie van
you pro’ly can’t relate to what i’m saying, yall n-ggas
talking up foul
i do some sh-t you pro’ly neva did in yo life
well i don’t talk about it
trust me now, n-gga, cause you ain’t ’bout that life
hustle gang n-gga, got a pro’lem with that?
bring the motherf-cking mob and the pro’lem begins
if you ever leave from me, ain’t no circling back
i bet your b-tch hang up the phone, you be callin’ her back
go hard as a mother f-cker
getting head from a couple broads in this motherf-cka
ain’t no more f-ckin credit cards in this motherf-cka
bank roll count 50 large in this motherf-cka


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