32red - Truth Hurts текст песни

Текст песни Truth Hurts - 32red



Walk in the booth and you know that I′m spazzing
Laughing at rappers these lil niggas Shaqtin'
Stay with a 40 like I′m playing with Haslem
Can't date anybody you know that I'm passing
She got good head then you know that I′m smashing
Bust on her face right after the thrashing
Convertible Coupe but a nigga not crashing
Go independent my checks they need cashing
Feeling amazing this trail that I′m blazing
Say Ima rookie but I'm doing the hazing
Glock like a son this lil nigga I′m raising
I'm blacking I′m flying I feel like a Raven
I'm down with the sex but I don′t do no dating
Still making movies I feel like Wes Craven
I walk through the hood see OG's and they praising
Career heating up in the kitchen I'm baking
Hanging with thugs like I′m rocking with slime
This dick like a mountain she started to climb
Rapping real good but just wait til my prime
Your bitch wasn′t bad, but I made her a dime
Grew up with dealers surrounded by crime
Talking that shit get you shot in yo spine
It's gone be a murder if you fucking with mine
Go to judge and say add up my time
Cut out the snakes they infecting my grass
Gotta white shooter I call him lil Nash
Clip like a ruler but not in no class
Turn you to a pack we stay smoking that gas
Play 45s like I′m running with Jazz
Defending yo nigga you don't get no pass
I call up some hoes they come beat yo ass
Winning this race and you coming in last
Haters want me gone and I′m feeling like Tory
Make you my girl but, you do nothing for me
When I was broke you hoes used to ignore me
You see that I rap and you wanna adore me
Sat on my ass the shit started to bore me
Your life is book well I'm ending that story
Just want the fame the money the glory
In the clutch I′m quick to shoot like I'm Horry
Yes I'm killer you don′t gotta push me
Rapping real good look how fast that it took me
Bossing on n***** I′m getting on bully
I am not your Lil Baby I don't want your pussy
You don′t like how I'm rapping then turn down your speaker
And fuck your fake love I′m not sorry don't need ya
Took her ass home I don′t eat her I beat her
Jewels on the floor like a nigga spilled liters
Of water I'm balling a vibe flew in my lap and I caught her
And tell these old niggas I'm fucking their daughters
Flow too cold and you know that I′m skating
They still worry about what woman I′m dating
Keep it a secret I'm single I′m taken
Letting you know so won't be mistaken
2 Door coupe we swerving
Talking that shit we pull up in suburbans
Glock like a hot plate you know that I′m serving
Finger fuck nina she bussing a virgin
No shoes on this rug please don't fuck up the Persian
Cut up his face you would think I′m a surgeon
Stock keep rising look how quick that I'm surging
Never get caught look how hard they are searching
Hollow tip biting he saying it's hurting
Ambulance sirens you dying we purging
I′m laughing you dying your mama still crying
Sent him to hell it′s hot now he frying
Was talking that shit I'm like why are you trying
Seen him on sight then the bullets start flying
Great court vision, I got perfect timing
Headshot, BOW I knock off his lining
Took a lil break never said that I quit
Dropping new shit niggas throwing they fits
I rap for a reason for money for hits
For bands your girl dancing, she doing them splits
Yes I′m the truth I'm as real as it gets
After you done giving head don′t you come for no kiss
Never falling off a niggas know I can't can′t miss
Popping and smoking we all in the stores
LSM CTB running up scores
Take one of mine we take few of yours
They won't let us in so we kicking down doors
Blow his brain look like spaghetti on floors
I run with the killers the demons the henchmen
You come from this side this shit really the trenches
Because I got money you seeking attention
Riding push start and we revving the engine
Pistol whip to ya head reliving the tension
Clip with the ruler the longest extension
You ain't no killer you better stop capping
I hang with the dealers the killers they trapping
We can′t talk it out nigga ain′t no chit chatting
Round of applause the AKs they start clapping
He was talking that shit now he permanently napping
Kick ha her the crib I send yo bitch packing
They want me to quit but that ain't gone happen
Lil nigga I′ll die before I quit rapping
Bitch



Авторы: Michael Redmond


32red - Truth Hurts
Альбом Truth Hurts
дата релиза
23-04-2021




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