More songs by Trae Tha Truth
Description
Released on: 2014-12-16
Lyrics and translation
Original
Why y'all trip? I'm just fine
12:45, 'Bout that time
Been at it all week, time to unwind
Dre like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too bad
Rosay, babe, waste two stacks
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
I'm in this blacked out Enzo, first class
Greatest nigga in the city, no question asked
The real realest in the hood, nigga nothin' bad
Try the Truth and you'll get your whole image crashed
Money workin' full time, no nights off
Wrist high as hell, never cut the lights off
In the club, tryna see which of these bitches with it
Make one wrong move and your bitch'll get it
A bunch of niggas strapped up where I'm located
Undenied king of the streets, never rotated
I'm in the gutter, knife Satan's underneath the mattress
Some of that'll have these goons playin' target practice
The Challenger the same color Listerine
Shooting game sick, grill on that bitch is clean
I just draft me a bitch, put her on the team
Martin Luther on a bitch, watch me sell a dream
Do I love these hoes? Mmm, kinda sorta
I got 'em drinkin' Sangria like it's fuckin' water
Some Miami women, tan lines showin'
And they really 'bout whatever, shit is mind-blowin'
Fuck what they talk, do what I say
Bust it open, girl, and send it my way
You say you like it like that, I think I like it too
Half a million in a week, it's only right I do
All-seeing eye, my eye seen it all
I talk a lot of shit, I swear I mean it all
Yeah, 103
And both fingers to the haters tryna front on me, ah
Why y'all trip? I'm just fine
12:45, 'Bout that time
Been at it all week, time to unwind
Dre like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too bad
Rosay, babe, waste two stacks
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
English translation
Why y'all trip? I'm just fine
12:45, 'Bout that time
Been at it all week, time to unwind
Dre like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too bad
Rosay, babe, waste two stacks
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind
I'm in this blacked out Enzo, first class
Greatest nigga in the city, no question asked
The real realest in the hood, nigga nothin' bad
Try the Truth and you'll get your whole image crashed
Money workin' full time, no nights off
Wrist high as hell, never cut the lights off
In the club, tryna see which of these bitches with it
Make one wrong move and your bitch'll get it
A bunch of niggas strapped up where I'm located
Undenied king of the streets, never rotated
I'm in the gutter, knife Satan's underneath the mattress
Some of that'll have these goons playin' target practice
The Challenger the same color Listerine
Shooting game sick, grill on that bitch is clean
I just draft me a bitch, put her on the team
Martin Luther on a bitch, watch me sell a dream
Do I love these hoes? Mmm, kinda sorta
I got 'em drinkin' Sangria like it's fuckin' water
Some Miami women, tan lines showin'
And they really 'bout whatever, shit is mind-blowin'
Fuck what they talk, do what I say
Bust it open, girl, and send it my way
You say you like it like that, I think I like it too
Half a million in a week, it's only right I do
All-seeing eye, my eye seen it all
I talk a lot of shit, I swear I mean it all
Yeah, 103
And both fingers to the haters tryna front on me, ah
Why y'all trip? I'm just fine
12:45, 'Bout that time
Been at it all week, time to unwind
Dre like a tank, lose my mind
This shit crazy, way too bad
Rosay, babe, waste two stacks
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lost my mind