Trae
Trae - Screwed Up ft.Trae,Lil Wayne songtekst
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(Lil Wayne) Target practice baby!... Only thing is Im not tha shooter... IM tha bullet BIATCH! YA g'd up from tha feet up (I got you trae) A,B,C,D,E,F, I'm a G till the end, The end of the rooaaad B-back in tha kitchen at tha end of tha stove Ay t looks like we at tha N.to tha O. Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce and call it 24's We sit on 24's and we sip on 24's Got tha caddy sittin on a pair of gucci penny loafs Yea I get money , fuck wit bitches that give me mo' You know tha game same shit different hoes We cut tha ears and the tail off Micky mouse Never been a rat never had em in the house Call me capitain kangaroo but i got money in my pouch And i dont mean loose change when i say money in tha couch ( ya dig ) Im gettin paid on what i already say Yea Cant see these niggaz like debris on these niggaz Got a bitch named Nina and Nina so slutty cuz she 'll do him and every one of his buddies (Chorus) We put them drinks down & pick them tools up and if dude trippin we hit dude up ANd yean shit if yean eva been screwed up ANd yean shit if yean eva been screwed up we drop tha top down and chunk tha deuce up Dese 84's 'll make a hata put his shoes up Yea yean shit if yean eva been screwed up Yea yean shit if yean eva been screwed up (Trae) Im in tha drop sittin low 84's lookin dangerous My swagga got me in tha hood lookin like i was famous My naked wrist look like it been hit by a couple paintas Im gettin money but tha fact im gangsta neva changes I got my locs on waitin on tha time to plex Like this boppa shotgun in tha whip waitin on time ta sex Its ABN until i rest it wont be nothin less Since im protected by tha neighborhood i neva need a vest I know them hatas talkin but they aint sayin nothin Long as they stay inside they place ima continue stuntin My ice tha shit im prolly at 100 stacks n runnin I guess im fly cuz my doors in tha air and my trunk is hummin Im still movin slow my swagga just got off tha chain Wether the club, way in tha hood im still gon make it rain Hea im tha truth so please address it when you say my name You try to take it to me and ima take it to ya brain (Chorus x 1) Aye its Killa Wali and im a G to the chore.cha Me I wreck, I rip I tip On 4's do's go up, on that whip Stay with a grip, can't afford to slip Straight shoot to Jamaica, watch me jump ship R.I.P. to Pill, real niggaz stay still Roll up on them swangs, as I swang off a cliff A mob boss, I don't really like rims When it come to these hoes, my hoes are pimps I'm gorgeous George, I'm charge in charge My confidence, too high for these fucks Toss Moet cups, or Ferosh and such Guarding these, wear invisble cuts Half of these niggaz out here, dumb kluts cuz im a monster in these streets,im a beat these streets,mayne i cant be stopped hatas get shot on my block while ur hoe suck my cock,its killa wali i been a killa since age eleven,dis why yall aint goin to heaven,cuz im a killa my ryhmes like through the thrilla,mayne! (Chorus x 1) Thanks to Cody