lirik lagu tremayne – theends
[verse 1]
one time for my birth city, b-town’s, my town
went to the city of bad b-tches and f-cked a reaping
now tell me, who run the town?
you n-ggas gotta be kidding, run me my money now
don’t be late for payment, it’s the f-cking sound
i put money over god, blasphemy, i don’t give a f-ck
n-ggas might blast for me if a n-gga gettin’ outta line, ’cause they know i’m the motherf-cking one
all of my n-ggas is dealers, i don’t say that sh-t for the sake of it
the trap is the trap ’cause we trappin, we trap to get out
this life is what you make of it, get what you take from it
i don’t know n-ggas, no paper man, i ain’t no paper man
seen n-ggas flip for the paper though. n-ggas turn b-tch for the paper man
i ain’t no gangsta man, but there’s a reason i know the code
she gon’ get naked for me ’cause she know that i got it, don’t no n-gga got it like i do
n-ggas be g-ssin’ ya head like you ballin’, got dread n-ggas runnin’ ’round lookin’ like caillou
don’t let real n-ggas find you, don’t let real n-ggas find you
i might just find you
don’t let real n-ggas find you, don’t let real n-ggas find you
i’m right behind you like bang!
yeah, yeah. tell your momma you might learn somethin’
[hook]
tell ’em you should probably take a trip to the ends n-gga!
told that motherf-cker you should probably take a trip to the ends n-gga!
this is the way that you turn that lil boy to a man n-gga!
come to my city, i turn that lil boy to a man n-gga!
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
[verse 2]
i just need all of the drugs. (f-ck that!)
i just need all of the b-tches. (f-ck that!)
i’m tryna get f-cked up. (f-ck that!)
i’m tryna make a million. (ah!)
i just need all of the praise for the sh-t that i do, baby love me like you love beyonce
nowadays, n-ggas play, silly games. everybody want the fame
on god, i’ma die ‘fore they k!ll me. it’s k!ll or be k!lled, ain’t no second or chill weed
need a minute, i don’t got a minute. give a minute to them p-ssy n-ggas who can’t handle (the block)
they was posin’, i know they was posin’. i slam like the rosen
drop all them clothes if she chose it
i hope they know i don’t make peace with no p-ssy, i beat it up i ain’t no rookie
see what they did to my n-ggas, so there ain’t no talkin’. no ripper dipper man, no talkin’!
need you to shut the f-ck up and put money in hand, i’m the man n-gga, i’m the man!
[hook]
tell ’em you should probably take a trip to the ends n-gga!
told that motherf-cker you should probably take a trip to the ends n-gga!
this is the way that you turn that lil boy to a man n-gga!
come to my city, i turn that lil boy to a man n-gga!
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
ridin’ ’round my city, swervin’, lookin’ for trouble n-gga i want it now
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