Tracy T ft. Trae The Truth - Black Out | Текст песни

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• Tracy T ft. Trae The Truth
• Black Out

(Intro)
Lemme show ya
Lemme show ya
Lemme show ya
(Hook)
I’mma show you how to do sumthin’
Pussy nigga ain’t gon’ do nuttin’
I’m around killaz and they round with the Mac out
I’m around killaz, betta hope they don’t black out
I’mma show you how to do sumthin’
Pussy nigga ain’t gon’ do nuttin’
I’m around killaz and they round with the Mac out
I’m around killaz, betta hope they don’t black out
(Verse)
Yung nigga, so I live round the killaz and robbers
With hand guns and choppers that waitin’ on the word
Jump, get served, like you through nigga
Betta two shots, hundid worth for twos, nigga
Big gun heart, lot of shit overdue, nigga
Toss lick, overdue, that might be you, nigga
In a slide, neva make a movie wit the two, nigga
(Bang, bang, bang)
Fuck y’all niggas think I’ve been
Fuck, y’ain’t ready no paper in
I stand tall with the best of ’em
Left snares and the ? with the rest of ’em
Play hard, body parts get broke down
Just a warrant, nigga didn’t know, but I bet he know now
I’mma show you where the streets talkin’
How to mute a nigga when the streets talkin’
(Hook)
I’mma show you how to do sumthin’
Pussy nigga ain’t gon’ do nuttin’
I’m around killaz and they round with the Mac out
I’m around killaz, betta hope they don’t black out
I’mma show you how to do sumthin’
Pussy nigga ain’t gon’ do nuttin’
I’m around killaz and they round with the Mac out
I’m around killaz, betta hope they don’t black out
(Verse)
Came for the streets, a bitch I won’t be
Black P many, record like a P3
I hear a nigga talkin’, I bet he won’t see me
Alissa made his crib, but she lost 3D
If he get away, I get him, no fees
Plus, I be gettin’ this paper, no trees
I pretend she ain’t gonna see shit
Got a six foot &*() gonna zip that shit with no keys
Bet you never seen a hundid niggas blacked out
Chest first, neva seen a nigga black out
You get that act right, nigga, if you act out
I fin’ the weave on a bitch, get her packed out
I’m in the hood, tell the niggas I’m a murderer
Where ya killas at nigga I ain’t heard of ya
And fuck later, I’ma get it earlier
I’m from the gutta where my niggas play it dirtier
I pull up plexin’, end up flexin’
Ain’t shit you got that’s gonna end tuss this Texan
All that took, talk to essays ?
Goin’ pro with the twos, this ain’t no session
Ah, picture that, I’m a fool, nigga
I’m in a all black van, play it cool, nigga
I been an asshole ever since school, nigga
I don’t gas no bricks, take fuel, nigga
(Hook)
I’mma show you how to do sumthin’
Pussy nigga ain’t gon’ do nuttin’
I’m around killaz and they round with the Mac out
I’m around killaz, betta hope they don’t black out
(Bang, bang, bang)(Bang, bang, bang)
I’mma show you how to do sumthin’
Pussy nigga ain’t gon’ do nuttin’
I’m around killaz and they round with the Mac out
I’m around killaz, betta hope they don’t black out
(Interlude)
I get the kind of money that would change niggas
I get the kind of money that would change niggas
I get the kind of money that would change niggas
And it’s still really wrong with the flame, nigga
I get the kind of money that would change niggas
[Lyrics to Black Out by Tracy T (Feat. Trae Tha Truth)]

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