NO COPYRIGHT/INFRINGEMENT....I DO NOT OWN ANYPART OF THIS SONG... Lyrics Down Belowwww.... [Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness its something unfamiliar call it a foreign image paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished riding with something freaky they tell me she the business the chain clear, stones never cloudy 60 rats or better, n-gga ask about me certified gangsta, please don't ever doubt me welcome to the streets you can't get in without me Im Presidential, Obama painted the Vogues black toping in the Chevy, top rollin' back my life a motion picture, b-tch I aint gotta act I send em to your section, n-gga hold that its raining scattered bullets too late to run for cover, I drain em like Kobe then I evacuate to the gutter on something thats pokey with looks and a trunk they'd like to stutter I rank as the king of the city it aint gon be another, (Inkredible, inkredible, inkredible, inkredible...) [Lil Wayne] I'm sending shots, it's happy hour I shoot from close range, I'ma need a shower Brains in the sink, body on the counter Women and the kids, leave em how I found em I'm a real n-gga, stand still n-gga I cut ya face, have ya lookin like Seal n-gga Then I pull ya card, then I deal witcha Gamble witcha life, is this your lucky night My bitch so f-cking right, every night I f-ck her twice Big boy money b-tch pockets on Charlie Wise Tatted up, I'm scarred for life Tell the cops I know all my rights Got choppas I dont mean Harley bikes Drop em like a bag of <b>...</b>
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