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pull up (ttp3) - trae tha truth lyrics

[chorus: trae tha truth]
all my n-ggas down to ride
you ain’t bout it, n-gga, you done lie
i’m cold, every time i slide
couple n-ggas, chopper up inside
i get money, nothin here is free
nothin fake, real is what you see
yeah, you hard, but you can’t f-ck with me
now pull up, pull up

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
i hear haters thinkin something sweet
pull up, this chopper take him off his feet
you ain’t talkin money, ain’t no point of speakin
b-tch, i’m about that action, all you do is cheap
ain’t no other standing, f-ck a conversation
i’m king, respected across the nation
pull up on a n-gga, run up like we racing
i don’t catch a charge, be like a home invasion
i fill up a n-gga, like four cups
-ssh0l- by nature, give no f-cks
i k!ll a n-gga dead, no toetrucks
it’s me, n-gga, don’t look tough
don’t take much to catch a body, f-ck the mozerati
stole it, pull up like a jocky
grab the drako, beam him up like he’s scotty
take care of you, beat him up, like we was rocky

[verse 2: maxo kream]
a lee parked, do ten with mertin
young n-gga strapped up, leavin bodies dirty
funny -ss n-gga, na, we don’t joke around a lot
one phone call, have them k!llers at your mama spot
camped outside, like them new jordans coming out
bars, na, n-gga, you gotta show me what you talkin bout
tarzan n-gga, we don’t squobble, we can shoot it out
now they wanna squosh beef, that’s that sh-t i’m talkin bout
tats on your face, n-gga, don’t feel it
real street n-ggas go tattoo less
fre lil jordan, bro doin fifty years
it’s drank city, b-tch, we don’t sip beer
hundred rocket missiles in case a n-gga got ears
poppin at your temple, it don’t matter where it hit you
hit m with the money, lil homies come and get you
f-ckin with me, all them n-ggas with me official

[verse 3: trae tha truth]
set the wave, let a n-gga slip
bustin out the band, do it just like tip
long -ss gun barol, if a n-gga try to trip
let a f-ck n-gga get his whole sinked ship
ride through the hood, truth lookin like a mennis
if i catch you talkin sh-t, make you lookin like a dentist
doin bidniss with me, i let you know when it’s finished
imma take his -ss to the terf, like a scrimmage
king of the streets, when they speakin my name
i feel like the sea, b-tch, i’m makin it rain
pull up, facts, i set it right through your frame
don’t make m like me, so we are not the same
no matter the color, they know who it is
got that k with me, like i run with wiz
have them n-ggas come through with me, like we runnin the biz
bidness with tip, then he go back to handlin his

- trae tha truth lyrics

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