(feat. Boss) [Trae] You see me on the block every T I roll off The trunk raise up and everything else fall off Slabs is automatic if the South get called
Vertaling: TRAE. Bly Fly.
again When I play it I play it to win Choppa chop of all your limbs Doc' it ain't no savin' him Chorus (Yung Joc) Verse 2 (Trae) N****z mad but I'm
in i win im eatin good ervynite but still im thin im wit yola n Paris at da hilton countin sevral diamonds da same color as paris hilton hair shit (Trae) Trae
my money but can't take my game I'm a boss n***a Yeah Chorus Verse 3 (Trae) Now in the hood I'm gettin' paid slab butterfly doors Gettin' money just guaranteed me a bunch of fly
I know dem hatas talkin, but they aint sayin nothin I hope they stay inside they place ima continue stuntin My ice tha shit im probably at a hundred stacks, and runnin I guess Im fly
on you, I'm a lay 'em flat So spread ya wings baby come on let's fly I'm down with my lady till the day that I die [Verse 4: Trae] Say lil'momma what
same place you lay at We been sipping drank by the pint since way back We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that Hop up in my fly ride watch
s the nigga Ro, and I stay on dro Gotta have a crease, in my motherfucking clothes Standing on the stage, rock a crucified show Holla at the Trae, holla
I'm a lay 'em flat So spread ya wings baby come on let's fly I'm down with my lady till the day that I die [Verse 4: Trae] Say lil'momma what you waitin
got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways [Verse 2: Trae
't take my game I'm the boss nigga, gyeah... [Verse 3: Trae] Now in the hood I'm gettin paid - slam butterfly do's Gettin money just guarantee me a bunch of fly
hatas talkin, but they aint sayin nothin I hope they stay inside they place ima continue stuntin My ice tha shit im probably at a hundred stacks, and runnin I guess Im fly
deep share it with me [Trae:] Ain't nothing changed, I still sit watching the time go by I'm on a level of my own, cause motherfuckers too fly They keep
a lot of you motherfuckers, that did a nigga bad You got me fucked up this time [Trae:] No matter what happens, I promise I keep it real and never be fly
(feat. Black Buddafly) [talking:] Trae the Truth, Lil' Boss, Black Buddafly yeah We fin to do this one here for the ghetto, get at me [Trae:] No matter
Trae, on a sunny day Holla at Jay'Ton, and my boy Lil' Boss Trying to stay popping, and hoes stay bopping Cause the swangas poking, and the blades stay
