Текст песни Tru - Anything Goes, слова песни Tru

Текст песни Tru - Anything Goes

Tru - Anything Goes слова песни

Chorus 2xEenie, meenie, minnie, moeYou dont know the game till you fuckThats how it goes[master p]Young nigga tryin to get richPosted up with this shitOn the grind tryin to slang that muthafuckin shitServin the fiends the ice creamYou mean that crack[king george]Bullets cant man tag, one time for the gatCan he make it, will he fake itFiends call him betty crocker[master p]Cause he got the bacon[big ed]You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yahoChoppin it up like fat, gettin hit on that pagerCause its all about the skrilla, niggaPockets gettin biggaPockets gettin swolled, but gettin dubbed by a gold digger[silkk]Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp themWhatever it may be, everybody against themChorus 2x[master p]Niggas hittin the bass, straight playaBut you gotta watch your back for them fuckin hatasIf I were a football player, Id probably be lawrence taylorBlockin these hatas off, be madCause they know master ps got it goin manThats why I fuck your bitch, but she aint shitAnd everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dickBut you cause you lameBut like ice cube said, "lets cut out the little man"You need an ounce of this real gameIt aint a thang to these tru niggas, cause we let our nuts hangI got love for you, fool you got love for meBut theres always some sucker talkin bout wrong pYou need to jump off that glass dickYou look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitchYou want it cookedI got baking soda for your bitch ass, huhCause that hoe shit wont lastChorus 2x[king george]Comin from the bayou, a triple by the dosageTryin to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roachesWe flip gs, no good deedsDown on your knees, kidnapped by gsForties with the clip, shit float to your foreheadKing pay dues, fuck you a dead bitchFlip pure game, like the ogs taught meTryin spit game when Im talkin on a for-tyChorus 2x[big ed]Its nothin but the g in meI have a questionBig ed is on a funky g lessonNow, how many gs in the house tonightAnd how many gs spin them gold thangs tightIts nothin but a g thang ba-byI gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade meNigga, cause big ed be like tru to itAlways wearin nikes cause I just do itGot more bounce to the ounceGet you drunk like some liquorGotta ? ? ? Cause hes rollin on my ? ? ? , like a weather got my actionGrabbin on my nuts like my name was micheal jacksonSo niggaWho ride, I ride, slide[master p]But they cant touch ya[big ed]With my tru niggas on my side[master p]And you know I got 5 on itBut we gotta do this one here for my dead homieChorus 2x[silkk]A nigga tip toe through the doYou know Im bout 64" plus moSo I had to get lowAnd niggas lookin shadyI shook some shell up in my ass, somebody olderYall bitches better pay meYou want me to say its all good in my hoodWell I cantAnd anybody that told you it is, they be lyinCause it aintI hopped in my ride, started fish tailinSeems I caught a flat, so silkk started 3-wheelinChorus 2x

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