Turnin' Head-Trae Tha Truth

歌手 : Trae Tha Truth

专辑 : Deep in the Heart of Texas 4

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:07

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TXT Turnin' Head-Trae Tha Truth 文本歌词

Some h*es wanna choose but them b***hes too scary

Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads

I told J replace the swisha's with hundreds to burn bread

On that other s**t too much attention attract feds

Like it was Cornbread's parkin my Lac by the sherm heads

Hood figgas got these n***as tryna swagga jack

They old school they could never get they swagga back

Caliminio seats steppin on the plastic mats

I gave the hood a heart attack bangin some classic Pat

Who's next to plex b***h I got that plastic mac

Belts jumpin off the trunk now watch me pass the rats

N***as hatin on the truth I'm bout to pass it back

They prolly pissed I lit the torch and never passed it back

I'm Houston along some people might say that I'm wrong

Slugs might fly out the chrome my gangsta too fly to be cloned

I ride by sayin f**k you and continue to roam

Uh I use to rock green converse and tan d**kies

Way befor ballin not playin with hundreds and fifties

Parkin lot pimpin from the passenger side

My partna's lookin good in they ride so I had to get mine

247 I was on my grind

Lookin forward to shinin and lookin lovely

Lookin forward to n***as hatin cause they b***hes wanna f**k me

But ain't nobody gon'touch me cause I'm a boss

F**k around and send a wave thru a n***as house

And it'll wipe his whole family out

Anyway I'm on top of my game today

Plus I'm on top of my page today

Asshole By Nature I'm real and the fake gon'fade away

Fogori glasses sittin on my nose the Dodge is sittin on 84's

And Z-Ro treats his clothes better then his h*es

I wrap Alligator skin around my toes

I'm doin this s**t for Robert Earl Davis and John Hawkins

I'm the center of attention I got the whole city talkin

Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads

Havin money even though the record label ain't pay me my bread

I go get it and then come back with it cause I'm a street n***a

My people need to be fed I'm a make sure all my people can eat n***a

And we ain't f**kin with wing dinners no mo cause we feast n***a

With expensive taste that's the name of the game ain't f**kin with it if it come cheap n***a

I got out of jail on July 9th spent the night in the Hotel

I told 'em the world'll see me in a minute

I went and got my weight up and graduated from broke to callin shots like a leuitenant

Now when I slide by people be lookin like who the f**k is that

Jackers watchin but I'll be the first to show 'em where they luck is at

It ain't too wise to get to close to me

Cause when it get gangsta you'll see me show you how it's 'pose to be

I'm here to show my hustle when I get this bread

I don't give 'em the blues

I give 'em a brace around they neck from the way that I'm turnin heads

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