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Trae the Truth( Trae tha Truth )
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Imma Get Dine
Trae tha Truth
Yeah, 48 hours later Play it, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah we still go out to dawn
I'mma get dine Do it for my G's Hundred two degrees, fresh from overseas Alicia with the keys, watch me play the colla Wrap it new aroma Haters still a goal-a Like make a hater catch a doctor Cats sell it like the opera
Slam leave 'em like a boxer Better know I got this toppa All gas no one lit it Backstreet's where I'm headed all kings street with credit King troop, yeah I said it Crown meat like I'm tip Talking reckless get ya' flipped
It's all healed if I trip boxed you up, and get you shipped This H=town verses whoever low seat can't get better flu season, check the weather
I'mma get dine I'mma move G's Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Running through the trees, do you see me?
Sitting side-ways, slay up in the days Banging me some Maze so wing shooting trees I was catching plays for a new edition Hit the black and held the top dissappeared like a magician
Like work the wheel like I'm pimp I'm in the cuddles thinking it's shrimp Old school gorilla, new tip same time he walk with that limp This ace time to come through they red, black or they blue?
Sack gunners with me get real have your body aching like flu these four way tease gonna be some I ain't worry 'bout a jacker, i'mma keep some Don't watch me, better watch your old lady Have her give it to me like I need some She throw a ball like cleo's Hitting them all blank with no diesel When I go to work they get laid off Can't get with me 'cause they're way off
I'mma get dine Do it for my G's running through the trees, do you see me?
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