Trae
Trae - Wid It songtekst
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(Intro) What? Yea What? (Hook) Baby J in my life I'm tryna get that Either the wrong or the right Whatever but I'm still wid it Baby J in my life I'm tryna get that Either the wrong or the right Whatever but I'm still wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it (Verse) Half a pill for the turn up Marijuana aroma, block as hot as Tacoma Coppers hittin' the corner Baby mamas is textin' Met me a new bitch now baby mamas is stressin Schoolin, come get the lesson Take a note for yo blessings Even if you do it better you gave all this fluorescent Lights, I'm on Compton Flights cus I'm smoking good Yea I'm livin life to the fullest, yea 100 million cus I motherfuckin chose a beat Now it's finally the way it's supposed to be Cut around with the brick, spinnin low for me And bitch you can't hide less you buy a gold roll for me What? (Hook) Baby J in my life I'm tryna get that Either the wrong or the right Whatever but I'm still wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it Wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it Wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it (Verse) Look, I'm focused Hustling til I get deaf Chasin after this paper, get to it, like I won't get enough Robert with this dinero like out on you just said it Stop it, I'll interrupt yo bitchy ass from textin shit F's In the streets like a flashlight, Haters mad that I sign on em I hear they takin made but they dinner when I put mind on em Touchdown and put that fine on em 3 back, really recline on em As chess be to they checkers, never rush, I take my time on em I hear they talkin down Probably cus I'm too high above niggas I tell em suck my dick No second guessing, ain't no love nigga When they don't bite my dick, tell em to kiss my ass Now watch I kill em everyday like it's my last (Hook) Baby J in my life I'm tryna get that Either the wrong or the right Whatever but I'm still wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it Wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it Wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it (Verse) Every day I'm smoking super bong Yea, lessons in it, my recliner down Thousands of people lined up just to see the nigga ball Fall out today, I reload it, pay for it many times Clocking by the hour, guns gun for powder When we get it started we if we in it, that nigga sour That bitch think I'ma rob er, her bitches just won't allow er But if I kept you out baby pussy gon get devoured Pay them, getting many, I keep a cold ass bitch Maybe cut some niggas off, they was on for hoe ass shit Hurt my heart, I bust some niggas, I used to throw that away Now I ain't got shit to give it there but 44 grams bitch (Hook) Baby J in my life I'm tryna get that Either the wrong or the right Whatever but I'm still wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it Wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it Wid it Whatever but I'm still wid it