paroles de chanson Rock N Roll - Trae
Rock
to
the
beat
na,
Uhh,
Gotta
Rock
to
the
beat
like,
I
smell
like
money.
(ahaha)
Yo,
I'm
a
take
him
up
north
for
a
minute,
Where
the
young
n*gga
spit
it,
I'm
the
prince,
So
it
only
makes
sense,
That
I
get
it,
It's
a
retro-chain
of
old
school
J'z
fitted,
All
the
hoes
stand
like,
" Who
Da
Fuck
Is
Dat?
",
And
I'm
a
slide
down
to
the
flo',
Back
it
up,
Stop,
Move
ya
waist
slow,
First
we
get
high,
then
we
get
low.
It's
the
prince
of
the
owners,
You
sensitive
loners,
All
by
yourself,
While
I'm
chilling
with'
some
pimps
and
a
cona',
You
push
kush
in
the
streets,
I
kush
in
the
seats,
And
get
you
double
what
you
ask,
And
if
you
pushin'
the
beats,
You
outta
place
in
my
city
like
Bush
in
New
Orleans,
I'm
X-O
sippin',
Got
my
ex-hoe
strippin',
Purple
diamond
buy
n*gga,
Got
my
next
hoe
different,
Got
my
hues
all
bluey,
And
my
shoes
all
louie,
In
my
Hubba
Bubba
whip,
So
I
cruise
all
chewy,
You
funny
on
the
switch,
Money
over
bitchs,
I'll
bet
with
budget,
And
so
I
keep
my
money
on
my
bitch,
Drinkin'
Nestea,
Cottage
with
a
jet-ski,
Countin'
stacks
with
my
girl
listenin'
to
S.B.,
You
can
never
ever
find
a
woman
that
left
me,
I
am
irraplaceable,
Your
crushin'
never
left
me.
Ey
baby
girl,
You
gotta
rock,
Then
you
gotta
roll,
Take
her
from
the
top,
Down
to
the
flo',
Back
it
up,
Stop,
Move
ya
waist
slow,
First
we
get
high,
Then
we
get
low.
1 Intro
2 Trae
3 I'm so Hood
4 Feds
5 Trae Speaks
6 How U Like Me Now
7 Trae Speaks 2
8 Screwed Up
9 In the Hood
10 Shawty
11 U Me Betta
12 Trae Speaks 3
13 Wipe Me Down
14 Brown Paper Bag
15 Fully Loaded Clip
16 Get Em
17 Trae Speaks 4
18 Cry Out
19 Hood Made Me Like This
20 Trae Speaks 5
21 People
22 Picture Me Rollin'
23 Hotline
24 Bartender
25 My Slab
26 What Did U Do
27 Trae Speaks 6
28 Rockstar
29 Rock On
30 Rock N Roll
31 Takin Ova
32 Pushin
33 Tatted Up
34 Dreamin'
35 Outro
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