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Truce - slidin Lyrics



Truce - slidin Lyrics
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(Yeah, yuh, yuh, uh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, let's go)
Off da' gas, smoking ether
Masked up, Jeepers Creepers
Nigga you trash, pay for that feature
Remember back then I was broke, yeah
A nigga could only rock beaters
Yeah this bitch gon' choke
Give good brain like a teacher
Hate long distance, needa' see her
Finna blow up like a creeper
Finna blow up on god
Come get yo hoe, nigga she a eater
Yeah that bitch be outside
Thotty can't bride ha
Want smoke? Nigga come try bra
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
No nigga can touch my chain
Pop me a X, nigga shoutout X
Yeah you niggas can't f*ck wit my gang
I cannot lack, nigga keep a strap
Ridin' with a drac like champagne
And I want a rollie all up on my wrist
Really presidential, might run a campaign
And they be like, Truce you getting old
Walking wit' a stick, I ain't talkin 'bout a cane
Remember back then, nigga I was broke
I ain't have no motion that shit was a shame
Hoping that my girl really hold me down
Praying all these hoes ain't really the same
Yeah drop a couple bands on a fit
Rocking the Marni with the Helmut Lang
We wipe his nose like Kleenex
Making money got green checks
Bad bitch giving neck
You don't bang, why you claim a set?
Yeah, me and gang blowing up, that's a bet
(Yuh, me and gang blowing up, that's a bet)
Off da' gas, smoking ether
Masked up, Jeepers Creepers
Nigga you trash, pay for that feature
Remember back then I was broke, yeah
A nigga could only rock beaters
Yeah this bitch gon' choke
Give good brain like a teacher
Hate long distance, needa' see her
Finna blow up like a creeper
Finna blow up on god
Come get yo hoe, nigga she a eater
Yeah that bitch be outside
Thotty can't bride ha
Want smoke? Nigga come try bra
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin'
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English

(Yeah, yuh, yuh, uh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, let's go)
Off da' gas, smoking ether
Masked up, Jeepers Creepers
Nigga you trash, pay for that feature
Remember back then I was broke, yeah
A nigga could only rock beaters
Yeah this bitch gon' choke
Give good brain like a teacher
Hate long distance, needa' see her
Finna blow up like a creeper
Finna blow up on god
Come get yo hoe, nigga she a eater
Yeah that bitch be outside
Thotty can't bride ha
Want smoke? Nigga come try bra
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
No nigga can touch my chain
Pop me a X, nigga shoutout X
Yeah you niggas can't f*ck wit my gang
I cannot lack, nigga keep a strap
Ridin' with a drac like champagne
And I want a rollie all up on my wrist
Really presidential, might run a campaign
And they be like, Truce you getting old
Walking wit' a stick, I ain't talkin 'bout a cane
Remember back then, nigga I was broke
I ain't have no motion that shit was a shame
Hoping that my girl really hold me down
Praying all these hoes ain't really the same
Yeah drop a couple bands on a fit
Rocking the Marni with the Helmut Lang
We wipe his nose like Kleenex
Making money got green checks
Bad bitch giving neck
You don't bang, why you claim a set?
Yeah, me and gang blowing up, that's a bet
(Yuh, me and gang blowing up, that's a bet)
Off da' gas, smoking ether
Masked up, Jeepers Creepers
Nigga you trash, pay for that feature
Remember back then I was broke, yeah
A nigga could only rock beaters
Yeah this bitch gon' choke
Give good brain like a teacher
Hate long distance, needa' see her
Finna blow up like a creeper
Finna blow up on god
Come get yo hoe, nigga she a eater
Yeah that bitch be outside
Thotty can't bride ha
Want smoke? Nigga come try bra
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin
See a opp and we ridin
Pussy boy, you not slidin'
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Writer: Tyrone Taburnacle
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Performed By: Truce
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Tyrone Taburnacle

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