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Trae the Truth( Trae tha Truth )
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What Tha Fuck Is You On
[Hook:] What the fuck are you on you must be out of your mind Today why are you calling my phone You probably don't like what I'm about to say What in the fuck do you want What in the fuck are you on
[Verse 1:] It's time you never been with those hoes who hyped you To ever think that i ever had a bitch just like you Now that i think about it that bitch had to go too I kept my book closed and told her to rewrite it Calling my phone but you ain't nothing to me but bad time Drawing me out of my life bitch just trying to crash mine I ain't trying to hit it you worst than a bad rhyme Probably starting to tweaking like you going off a badline But niggers still out here trying to stick up on her Tell the fucking truth you probably trying to down him Every day i spent with you was well wasted Trying to get away you only drama Nobody tell my bitch sex you and not tell her Then say you for every body like you a cerebellum Fuck you and fuck love girl I'm a repella Your life based on bull shit you coudl'nt smell her Never mess with my business and stay the fuck out of my inbox All this shit is problem and understand this is where this shit stops Move girl say another word and you going to get dropped So put your ass up like a barbershop to get chopped They say misery loves company No exceptions for what you done to me You must be out of your damn mind since you out of line Now you out the way I'm doing fine
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[Verse 2:] There is nothing bitch you going to rewind You better go ahead Always running from the real why the fuck you scared now You only open your mouth i opened you legs Searching for a way to shine i guess you all about the bread now It ain't nothing that you were saying that i was trying to hear All this bullshit that you was doing now kinda make it clear You bullshit 360 days out of the year I'm the captain of the ship you ain't ever goin to stare Why the fuck are you on my line there is no calling me for time You better stop it like you a sign You going to bump into trouble like you were blind Like how you play the game you out of bind Trying to keep up with what your homies got your ass working Fuck up with your head now your ass searching Ain't nobody out here want you so your ass hurting So like drunk and in love keep your head surfing If the shoes fit too late to put on someone else that shit on you You pointing fingers you better take what you dishing out It ain't a way to flip it girl this shit on you They say misery loves company No exceptions for what you done to me You must be out of your damn mind since you out of line Now you out the way I'm doing fine
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