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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 ..........
[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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