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True say, true say, true say
True say that the team love winning
True say that the team don't sing in a station or booth
You know the truth
You know we're far from fibbing
You know it's ours, who's is it?
Switch on the play, making it different
True say when I talk about bangs
It's more than endless charts and riddims
True say that the team love winning
True say that the team don't sing in a station or booth
You know the truth
You know we're far from fibbing
You know it's ours, who's is it?
Switch on the play, making it different
True say when I talk about bangs
It's more than endless charts and riddims
I turned out bad, I could've been worse
I praise to the lord for saving me
School days, I was up in the church
Star, star, letting it burst
This one won't stick to teeth
Rap don't jam, it's turning you hearse
I love when they do retreat
Done that twice, I see them rehearse
Start it up, rev up the black one
Sav just copped him a next one
B said mercs for life, heard that right
On pavements, even the raised ones
That mean anywhere, anytime, get done
Confessions we make, hear none
It's all hearsay, she say, I say
Oh my lay, just lay hun
True say that the team love winning
True say that the team don't sing in a station or booth
You know the truth
You know we're far from fibbing
You know it's ours, who's is it?
Switch on the play, making it different
True say when I talk about bangs
It's more than endless charts and riddims
True say that the team love winning
True say that the team don't sing in a station or booth
You know the truth
You know we're far from fibbing
You know it's ours, who's is it?
Switch on the play, making it different
True say when I talk about bangs
It's more than endless charts and riddims
Elbows angled, pressing the window
JP got left like a widow
D still knocking for info
Me, I'm knocking to fix this pistol
Brown in the pot like bristol
Feeling the boot of the hatch like tinsel
Have you blasted an Irish fiddle?
Tissue ripping, not even a tickle
Stand on pitch was never the plan
At least I ain't taking the beach
I feel no pressure or heat
Taking my talents to southern the beach
Swing it to L, he just like me
He loves shells and the 38 squeeze
He took trips with Posey, a thief
Crops up different leaves
True say that the team love winning
True say that the team don't sing in a station or booth
You know the truth
You know we're far from fibbing
You know it's ours, who's is it?
Switch on the play, making it different
True say when I talk about bangs
It's more than endless charts and riddims



Авторы: Aaron Raymond, Sven Van Den Beuken, Tutsiray Chidawanyika Copyright: Beatstars Publishing Worldwide, Sony/atv Allegro, A2rbeatz Publishing



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