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Текст песни Screwed Up ft.Trae,Lil Wayne

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Текст песни Trae - Screwed Up ft.Trae,Lil Wayne

(Lil Wayne)
Target practice baby!...
Only thing is
Im not tha shooter...
IM tha bullet
BIATCH!

YA g'd up from tha feet up
(I got you trae)

A,B,C,D,E,F, I'm a G till the end, The end of the rooaaad
B-back in tha kitchen at tha end of tha stove
Ay t looks like we at tha N.to tha O.
Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce and call it 24's
We sit on 24's and we sip on 24's
Got tha caddy sittin on a pair of gucci penny loafs
Yea
I get money , fuck wit bitches that give me mo'
You know tha game same shit different hoes
We cut tha ears and the tail off
Micky mouse
Never been a rat never had em in the house
Call me capitain kangaroo but i got money in my pouch
And i dont mean loose change when i say money in tha couch ( ya dig )
Im gettin paid on what i already say
Yea
Cant see these niggaz like debris on these niggaz
Got a bitch named Nina and Nina so slutty
cuz she 'll do him and every one of his buddies
(Chorus)
We put them drinks down & pick them tools up
and if dude trippin we hit dude up
ANd yean shit if yean eva been screwed up
ANd yean shit if yean eva been screwed up
we drop tha top down and chunk tha deuce up
Dese 84's 'll make a hata put his shoes up
Yea yean shit if yean eva been screwed up
Yea yean shit if yean eva been screwed up
(Trae)
Im in tha drop sittin low 84's lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in tha hood lookin like i was famous
My naked wrist look like it been hit by a couple paintas
Im gettin money but tha fact im gangsta neva changes

I got my locs on waitin on tha time to plex
Like this boppa shotgun in tha whip waitin on time ta sex
Its ABN until i rest it wont be nothin less
Since im protected by tha neighborhood i neva need a vest
I know them hatas talkin but they aint sayin nothin
Long as they stay inside they place ima continue stuntin
My ice tha shit im prolly at 100 stacks n runnin
I guess im fly cuz my doors in tha air and my trunk is hummin
Im still movin slow my swagga just got off tha chain
Wether the club, way in tha hood im still gon make it rain
Hea im tha truth so please address it when you say my name
You try to take it to me and ima take it to ya brain
(Chorus x 1)
Aye its Killa Wali and im a G to the chore.cha Me I wreck, I rip I tip
On 4's do's go up, on that whip
Stay with a grip, can't afford to slip
Straight shoot to Jamaica, watch me jump ship
RIP to Pill, real niggaz stay still
Roll up on them swangs, as I swang off a cliff
A mob boss, I don't really like rims
When it come to these hoes, my hoes are pimps
I'm gorgeous George, I'm charge in charge
My confidence, too high for these fucks
Toss Moet cups, or Ferosh and such
Guarding these, wear invisble cuts
Half of these niggaz out here, dumb kluts cuz im a monster in these streets,im a beat these streets,mayne i cant be stopped hatas get shot on my block while ur hoe suck my cock,its killa wali i been a killa since age eleven,dis why yall aint goin to heaven,cuz im a killa my ryhmes like through the thrilla,mayne!
(Chorus x 1)




Thanks to Cody

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