Malvada, villana, te las trae, (Que!) tu te las trae, (Que!) te tira y te caes... (Aaay!) Redondita es mi dvd, Despues que me pruebes va a ser que te
amor, Aqui no hay amor, Ya iremos a tener solo sexo, Solo vamos a tener solo sexo... Malvada, villana, te las trae, (Que!) Tu te las trae, (Que!) Te
Intro (Trae) You know I never did understand why they always told me to smile S*** It ain't too much s*** I gave a smile for Real talk Yo still a a**hole
[Hook] So far to go We gotta keep on pushing, come on [Verse 1 - Trae The Truth] I'm on a neverending vacation Until my tires go flat Or everything f
again When I play it I play it to win Choppa chop of all your limbs Doc' it ain't no savin' him Chorus (Yung Joc) Verse 2 (Trae) N****z mad but I'm
de la esquina se le caia la mano Mientras que senalaba al fulano Mientras que senalaba al fulano Mientras que senalaba al fulano La noche te trae sorpresas
[Verse 1 - Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness It's something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished
Intro (Fat Pat) Love it man Love it man Love it man (Trae) Yeah this the remix Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-pop my
down and I'm rollin' on 84's Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4) Verse 1 (Trae
Hawk (Trae))) Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Fl-fl-Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae Flippin' with Trae
t stop 84's and tipping slow, on chops Lose the cops, I got a trunk on knock Please believe, Trae headed to the top [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Living
of Jack, in a drop that got sprayed [Hook: Fat Pat - 4x] Just-just, got paid Pop-pop, trunk wave [Trae] It ain't no explaining off top, Trae fin to
-I get money I get money It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a I get money I-I-I-I get money I get money It ain't nothin' to a boss n***a Verse 1 (Trae)
] We drop the top down and chunk the duece up These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up And you aint shit if you aint never been screwed up [x2] [Verse 2: Trae
be there for me Baby girl I love you by my side So anything you need, that means you got me So just my ghetto queen gon' take that ride [Verse 1: Trae
[Trae] Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the block I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop I been in it with my niggaz, for a
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up [Trae Tha Truth
Im in this 2011 still screwed up Trunk flexin like its bout to beat a dude up Fu-k the world I swear they fu-kin my mood up And the recession the people
