Paroles Screwed Done Already Warned Me de Trae

Trae
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Traeloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Trae13349
  • Chanson: Screwed Done Already Warned Me
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Pop, Trunk, Wave de Trae

(feat. Fat Pat) [talking:] Yeah, they finna have a problem on this one mayn H-Town representing, Screwed Up Click You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn I had to take em back, on this one We gon throw...

Still On Da Southside de Trae

(feat. Russell Lee) [Hook x2: Russell Lee] On the Southside Candy sprayed, looking so live 84's and vogues, we glide Screwzoo, you know we holding it down [Trae] I'm still low behind tints, swanging...

Kandy Blue de Billy Cook

(feat. S.L.A.B.) [Hook x2:] Oooh, you can catch me in the candy blue Top down, and I'm banging Screw Screens steady falling, 20 inches crawling Boppers still calling, tell me what you wanna do [Lil'...

In The Hood de Trae

(feat. Yung Joc, Big Pokey) [talking:] Now see, the definition of a real nigga Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here You know, it took two real niggaz to collab And make some motherfucking...

On Top Of Da World de Cl 'Che'

(feat. Billy Cook, T2) [talking] Ah-ah (oooooooh), ok It's T2, Billy Cook and Cl'Che man (Cl'Che, T2) We on top of the world Southside holding it down (Billy Cook Superstar) [Hook] Can't nobody show...

Textes et Paroles de Screwed Done Already Warned Me




(feat. Lil' Keke)

[Intro:]
Screw done already warned me [x4]
I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit

[Hook: x4]
Screw done already warned me, bitches ain't shit
I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit

[Trae:]
Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star
Plus it's certified, by the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn't shit
So I'm banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit
Let it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressure
I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcher
This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk
We been holding since '99, I coulda taught you how to stunt
Haters love to see you fall off, but I just ain't gon fall off
Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast I knock 'em all off
Them jackers I'm gon haul off, in the H we gon be joking
We gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don't come up broken
Lamborgini do's, on the slab only for the hood
Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good
Tell me what ya know about Screwed Up Click, the ones who slowed the pace
And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face

[Hook x4]

[Lil' Keke:]
Screw, done already warned me
That the S.U.C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy
Stayed up in H-Town, where bumper kits lay down
Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds
Bitches ain't shit, so I do it my way
In the 500 CL, just banging some Trae
We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the Penn
So that's mo' work to do, for C.M.G. and A.B.N
Threw 4's on a old school, cause slab is true
Laced it up with butter guts, over midnight blue
My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat
And I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete
In the new driver seat, always be balling
If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling
A Screwed Up legend, shit who else could it be
Then the resurrected reborn, infamous Don Ke'

[Hook x4]

[Trae]
Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me
I ain't worried about em, messing with Trae I got a army
Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know how to sit still
Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel
Better call the coroner, cause it's fin to get reckless in Texas
Plexers ain't never been a problem, I stay strapped for the jealous
And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone
We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on
Now them assholes done came, and we ain't playing homie
Anything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homie
Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the South ain't on no hating shit
We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick
The North back to the Southwest, my section gon ride for Trae
Don't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide away
The gangstas love it, cause I stay providing 'em with hits
So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit

[Hook x8]

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons