- Album Intro
- Lyrics
- Album list
Trae
-
Free Spirit
What youre doing here? Whats up nigger? Im trying to get into something! What youre talking about? I dont know about you I say we go fuck with some hoes or something Yeah, Im with that! You can have any other. outside Where the keys at? Im out in the bank, or something Lets go!
..this bitch need to drop out on his friends They say this bitch got all the way to the moon This bitch She thinks shes try to make it to the crib Fuck that shit, I A real nigger it aint nothing like this ..aint nothing like this I think I smell those pranks shoot that hoes like talking to ya all Nigger were the shit, I dont know what they are This money in my life wont leave Therefore nigger, Im dangerous I fuck up anytime a nigger want Money
Tell a bad bitch girl, lets go hang You know me, Rolex, gold chain Fuck my young niggas, XO gang Get so drunk you forget yo name Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range, Im taking off when that light change Im Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes I miss this and I want it back, so Im all in with these new flows New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great Pimp flows n screw flows, my shit be sounding like grape tapes, now Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com These days keep going by too fast, so give anything that make shit go slow Yea, money in my safe, but Im living dangerous They told me shit would change, but I dont really see no change in us
Chorus: Tat my name on you so I know its real Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real I know it hurts, But I aint tryna hear it Cause when Im not around, Ill still be there in spirit Youll still be mine, yea, youll still be mine Tat my fucking name on you, when I go youll still be mine, yea Youll still be mine, yea, Ill still be yours Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune I play with her mind, she masturbate with my Porsche Its simple love, its simple love Her chest nice, not a wrinkle on her ass Puffin purple hash welcome to my power circle Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working Rolls Royce rollin, rose gold rollies MBA accountants, amounts they get on But mama still praying for her rubberband man When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled
Chorus: Tat my name on you so I know its real Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real I know it hurts, But I aint tryna hear it Cause when Im not around, Ill still be there in spirit Youll still be mine, yea, youll still be mine Tat my fucking name on you, when I go youll still be mine, yea Youll still be mine, yea, Ill still be yours Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
-
|