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Trae the Truth( Trae tha Truth )
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Ride Wit Me (Feat. Meek Mill & T.I.)
[Intro]
Bounce with Me Now, Bounce
Bounce with Me Now, Bounce
Bounce with Me Now, Bounce
[1st Verse - Meek Mill]
I say fresher than a mother fucker
Cleaner than a pimp
Big 40 got me walking with a limp
With a limp little nigga getting rich
Started off eating noodles , ....
Lord, little nigga take a glimpse
Pockets say cheese like a nigga taking flicks
Gotta dick ho, she couldn't even take the dick
Fly nigga, blowing up
You outta think I was a blimp but
A plane in the sky, getting brain from a dime
In the back of the jet, only thing on my mind
Is the money and the clothes, cars and the hoes
Any my little nigga, prob gunna start getting old
What you life like sir, money-machine sounds liking a type-writer
Probably eat the pussy but I wouldn't wife her
Of the floor... Of the door...
I pull off like skkrrtt, like skkrrtt
Cutie in the end of my pur, sipping on the lean
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[Hook T.I]
Niggas say they keep it [?],It ain't like this
Tell me I go hard, In the paint right quick
Laugh at nigga trying to take my bitch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll like diddy [?]
Broke nigga know you ain't rich as my clique
Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch
I call her right quick, she'll get on my dick
Nigga get like that, get like that
Fuck ass nigga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucka ass nigga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Pussy ass niggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Ya'll sucka niggas can't get like that
[2nd Verse - Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah
Ridin' in this audi? pull up in something you can't claim
Crown me in the city as king it ain't changed
Ain't no nigga hotter then me I'm covered in flames
I elevated the chains so haters could look strange
Young nigga fly on they ass, I got wings
Couple of trained shooters for haters, we got game
Still pull up in the hood get work and dumb change
Still pull up in your city get head and jump planes
Southwest rockstar, guns n roses
Bunch of heavy metal take a bullet to load this
Been a stiff nigga bet yo ass can't fold this
Niggas on dick tell them niggas to hold this
All black coupe you ain't seen how I rolled this
Everything ice nigga ain't I the coldest
Top laid back bitch I'm easy to notice
100 grand cash makes it easy to focus
Rich broke nigga, lord knows I'm hopeless
Straight up out of the gutter with the rest of the roaches
Louis vuitton belt put it right where the toast is
Puttin' bad bitches on my team like coaches
I ain't hit the block i call plays
Run off in that pussy then I probably part ways
Hustle gang bitch, count money all day
At the club [?]ball on em all day
[Hook]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Hundred in my pocket and my partner stayin trippin'
With a bunch of Cali niggas in the neighborhood crippin'
A nigga want to talk, send a nigga on a mission
Hit a nigga with a chopper make a nigga come up missing
Play no game nigga know my real
Save me the trouble nigga check yourself
Extendo clip nigga check my belt
All we do is get money in the gang I rep
Hustle gang over everything nigga no exceptions
Talking crazy on the phone, I can't hear you no reception
A nigga try me and it's on, have mercy god bless him
I'm the mothafucking king why i care about a ?
I'm chasing the [?]getting is the money
Lame ass niggas can't get shit from me
I got a group of young niggas go and hit licks for me
Ask a hater fuck em mane, never did shit for me
75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck
Kill a nigga get a life sentence and a [?]
[?]another one in front of that
With a group of bad bitches say they want it from the back
A nigga try to do respect I ain't playin' none of that
Shawty hit em with the Tech lay the nigga on his back
[?]pull a 9 on a nigga [?]
Nigga don't want this nigga check that
[Hook T.I]
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