Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible 3 (Remix) lyrics

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Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible 3 (Remix) lyrics

[Rick Ross] Trae I see ya, Rozay Know what it is My attitude is f** it, house big as publix Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring or nugget n***as like the ride, sip lean out the bucket I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas Hard times, call for drastic measures I call my dog, he bought a mac 11 40 rounds hollerin where the yola at? n***a dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap Microphone, Michael corleone I know I'm wrong The man up above love for me to sing them poems So sing along, you know the song I sing Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team It's Rozay, I need 100 bottles Yellow b**hes, all of em swallow H town, n***a 305 I can move them packs, each and every night [Lil Wayne] All-red plaid shirt, skinny a** jeans on Them goons at your front door, choppers out, ding dong Didn't I change the game and put my motherf-cking team on Now let my chopper ring, Baka is my ringtone f** you ho-a** n***as, I get money and get over hoes We hold court with them heaters Pop, case open, closed Looking for a b**h to hop up on my totem pole And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed, Oreos And I get loaded til I motherf-cking overload Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes Ask them b**hes, I told em hoes They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket Pull em hammers out and run them n***a's like Stocktons Got some n***as from my city Thugga, Dizzy, Flow Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch! [Trae] Ughh, chyea Triple black panamera phantom of the streets Quarterbackin bricks on top of these gla** cleats All these stones on my my neck and wrist part of the streets Used to tip on something endangered now its part of my seats I'm in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain't an option Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings Competition is murder, haters i'm k**in f** a money machine, I dont count it I blow it b**h my money conceited, it look good when I throw it I'm a a**hole, therefore my temper is reckless I'm the city of Houston, you can tell em its Texas The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas Behind something thats tinted, b**h you see the gorillas These other dudes yellin truth, they only imitation And when I see them its f** ‘em minus the penetration [Jadakiss] Uhuh, yea, uh We're gettin situated, I know you b**hes hate it I'm in a new Aston, the one Swizz created I can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded Before you become a member you get initiated A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon The hood still love me cuz I never left them I distribute it, I get rid of it Its all comin back, every bit of it I'm territorial, its your memorial But dont feel bad, I'm talkin to all of you This is real sh**, and thats nonsense I got AKs, I got Thompsons I got investors, I get sponsors They scared of the crew, I'm wit monsters It ain't nothin for sure but we touchin the raw And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door