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Pac Div

Truth

 

Truth

(album: GMB - 2012)


[Verse 1: Like]
Ayo, Swiff, this the type of jam I like
Real talk, you a jedi knight, and with this lead I write
Random thoughts on this red eye flight
Fantasize waking up to some head I like
Such a lovely face
As we campaign over champagne, might I say such a bubbly taste
Thumbing back to memories, if I could just erase
Hey girl, don't be so thirsty love, pump your brakes
We ain't stopping no time soon, it's bucks to make
If you bet against up, we just up the stakes
When a real nigga show just cuff your date
She keep looking in my eyes like there's love to make
She keep digging in your wallet for some bucks to rake
She keep looking for a ride cause the bus run late
I mean the proof is up front, there ain't much debate
We the livest three niggas in the fucking state
I mean it ain't much to say
We the pioneers spitting, not pioneer chicken

[Verse 2: BeYoung]
If I got it then my niggas do that's the ritual
Taking money fast, fuck the waiting on residuals
Barkleys with the sweats, I can show you how my fit'll do
Two dollar swisher, situation's getting critical
I should've told ya, my yoga broads ?? with Boca
For the verse, we get what niggas get to cook the coke up
Oh the nerve of pretty bitches when they on the gold hunt
I remains I'm Shuttlesworth when I put the stroke up
We go strangle 'fore we Bojangle
It's Pac Div, no lie baby, no tangles
If you ain't hip to the game, play a ho's angle
Learn not to fuck with niggas rocking old Kangols
This that white tee music, killer, no label
Swiff soul food like he set the whole table

[Verse 3: Mibbs]
Through the years, I've seen ?? business, groupie bitches
Crowds looking at us like "who's these niggas?"
Real life, it's not a movie nigga
She bad but her pussy's like blue cheese nigga
God forgive me as I kill these niggas
God be with me like "yo kill these niggas!"
City slickers like Billy Crystal
With THC crystals and Billie Jean bitches
Mr. Green with this, listerine and shit
He talk money then I can probably read his lips
He talk funny well then he might can beat the shit
My whole team jump in, he got creamed and shit
Probably need this shit, retweet this shit
Then repeat this shit cause y'all reek of shit
Truth

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