Trae Tha Truth - Wid It (ft. Freddie Gibbs & Problem) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Trae Tha Truth - Wid It (ft. Freddie Gibbs & Problem) (Lyrics - Paroles)

Trae Tha Truth - Wid It (ft. Freddie Gibbs & Problem) (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Intro)
What?
Yea
What?
(Hook)
Baby J in my life
Iím tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Baby J in my life
Iím tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
(Verse)
Half a pill for the turn up
Marijuana aroma, block as hot as Tacoma
Coppers hittiní the corner
Baby mamas is textiní
Met me a new bitch now baby mamas is stressin
Schoolin, come get the lesson
Take a note for yo blessings
Even if you do it better you gave all this fluorescent
Lights, Iím on Compton
Flights cus Iím smoking good
Yea Iím livin life to the fullest, yea
100 million cus I motherfuckin chose a beat
Now itís finally the way itís supposed to be
Cut around with the brick, spinnin low for me
And bitch you canít hide less you buy a gold roll for me
What?
(Hook)
Baby J in my life
Iím tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
(Verse)
Look, Iím focused
Hustling til I get deaf
Chasin after this paper, get to it, like I wonít get enough
Robert with this dinero like out on you just said it
Stop it, Iíll interrupt yo bitchy ass from textin shit Fís
In the streets like a flashlight,
Haters mad that I sign on em
I hear they takin made but they dinner when I put mind on em
Touchdown and put that fine on em
3 back, really recline on em
As chess be to they checkers, never rush, I take my time on em
I hear they talkin down
Probably cus Iím too high above niggas
I tell em suck my dick
No second guessing, ainít no love nigga
When they donít bite my dick, tell em to kiss my ass
Now watch I kill em everyday like itís my last
(Hook)
Baby J in my life
Iím tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
(Verse)
Every day Iím smoking super bong
Yea, lessons in it, my recliner down
Thousands of people lined up just to see the nigga ball
Fall out today, I reload it, pay for it many times
Clocking by the hour, guns gun for powder
When we get it started we if we in it, that nigga sour
That bitch think Iíma rob er, her bitches just wonít allow er
But if I kept you out baby pussy gon get devoured
Pay them, getting many, I keep a cold ass bitch
Maybe cut some niggas off, they was on for hoe ass shit
Hurt my heart, I bust some niggas, I used to throw that away
Now I ainít got shit to give it there but 44 grams bitch
(Hook)
Baby J in my life
Iím tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but Iím still wid it

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Trae Tha Truth

Titre: Wid It
Featuring(s): Freddie Gibbs & Problem
Tags : Trae Tha Truth, Freddie Gibbs , Problem,
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