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Feat. Dougie D, Trae [Dougie D] Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told me it's cold But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair unless this damn swoll Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games Its like your life is the sweets, and reality's the flame So why the fuck you trying to torture, with that dip in the middle Its like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you be nibbling on skittles Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head as I walk around So now you know when you see me, why my face is quick to chalk a frown |
Cause I don't trust nobody, no not a god damn song So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold Thinking why niggas let me broke in this city of Houston But ain't no stopping bam, I'ma keep my ego to boosting Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and bitches that jock I got killas in my click, and I keep thugs on my block [Chorus 1 - 2x] I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with the chrome I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average nigga From that Mo, lookin out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way That hit your spine, and now you crying, cause you realize |
That your dick can't even get hard [Trae] Who the hell could it be, peeping on me T to the R to the motherfucking A-E Killas that like me trucks with a bust, better duck Who the fuck running up, so nigga what, 'fore I leave my star full of that heat Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone that shit is gon fall, and the while Back me up, to the sides shaky grin, gotta know get enough for them That T to the E |
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