Trae Tha Truth - Off Top lyrics

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Trae Tha Truth - Off Top lyrics

[Intro: Moxii Double Dee] Hey, hey, uh, hey Hey, hey, hey, uh, hey Hey, hey, hey, uh, hey Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus: Moxii Double Dee & Trae Tha Truth] Hoes ride down, wanna be on me (On me) Told her "'Fore you hop in, what's ya D.O.B.?" Airplane ni**a like B.O.B I'm a boss ass ni**a, no J.O.B. (No what?) You be startin' sh*t, never P.O.P Send shout's to my ni**as in the P.O.D Fly ass hoes like TLC They don't want no scrubs, just T.L.C. (Ooh, oooh) T.L.C., T.L.C I'ma get mine off T.O.P Come to my bag, it's C.O.D When it come to this sh*t, I'm a G.O.D. (G.O.D.) I'ma get mine off T.O.P Yeah, I'ma get mine off T.O.P Walk in the spot, make it P.O.P Everybody in the club tryna bе on me [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Hatin' on me, bettеr know they was broke So much ice, you can hit up a slope ni**as ain't sh*t, so I stay on my note H-Town king, yeah they say I'm the G.O.A.T Me and lil' bro tryna fill up the bank Brand new whip make you get up and think So much gas, he can fill up a tank Brand new cup, go on fill up a drank Any spot I hit is finna get packed V.I.P., the shooter, he in the back She a stallion, tryna get on her back I'm a savage, I don't know how to act Brand new bag, got me lookin' like a star Hope it's soft when she get up in her car Talk my sh*t, I'm bar after bar Can't be stopped, ni**as ain't up to par [Chorus: Moxiii Double Dee] Hoes ride down, wanna be on me (On me) Told her "'Fore you hop in, what's ya D.O.B.?" Airplane ni**a like B.O.B I'm a boss ass ni**a, no J.O.B. (No what?) You be startin' sh*t, never P.O.P Send shout's to my ni**as in the P.O.D Fly ass hoes like TLC They don't want no scrubs, just T.L.C. (Ooh, oooh) T.L.C., T.L.C Racked up ni**a, but I be lowkey All city ni**a what I B.O.D Got a [? 1:39] baby and a Creole freak I don't know nobody flyer than me I don't know nobody higher than me If a ni**a can't sell me a whole damn bag then that ni**a ain't no P.L.U.G. (Ain't no plug) [Verse 2: Moxiii Double Dee] O.G. ni**as in the back of the club Wouldn't give me no dap, wouldn't show me no love I don't give a fu*k about none of that sh*t I ain't never had nothin', I ain't never had a hug (Nope, nope) ni**as know me, I'm the one in the cut From the Southwest side, get it straight out the mud If it ain't 'bout no money you should know about me, my ni**a, you should know it's a dub Uptown ni**a gettin' A-Town love Uptown ni**a gettin' H-Town love If you really got a problem, you should call my phone ni**a no internet play, no subs [Chorus: Moxii Double Dee & Trae Tha Truth] Hoes ride down, wanna be on me (On me) Told her "'Fore you hop in, what's ya D.O.B.?" Airplane ni**a like B.O.B I'm a boss ass ni**a, no J.O.B. (No what?) You be startin' sh*t, never P.O.P Send shout's to my ni**as in the P.O.D Fly ass hoes like TLC They don't want no scrubs, just T.L.C. (Ooh, oooh) T.L.C., T.L.C I'ma get mine off T.O.P Come to my bag, it's C.O.D When it come to this sh*t, I'm a G.O.D. (G.O.D.) I'ma get mine off T.O.P Yeah, I'ma get mine off T.O.P Walk in the spot, make it P.O.P Everybody in the club tryna be on me [Verse 3: JARED] ABN in the cut, we deep, lil' ni**a Skrrt off, Trackhawk, new Jeep (Skrrt) From the west, but I move through the east, lil' ni**a Better ask yo ho, I'm a beast (Grrr) Better watch your tone 'fore you speak, lil' ni**a Outside everyday of the week (Outside) Be baggin' hoes, go on freak, lil' ni**a, we taxin', ain't sh*t cheap (Get money) Got b*tches on b*tches, no D.O.G I done hit yo ho, tell her B.R.B Can't call my phone, can't be on me Can't catch me, fu*k that C.O.P Don't ask 'bout me, I stay lowkey My mind on money, that's M.O.B Got too many hoes, can't cheat on me And I keep a hunnid K you'll see on me [Chorus: Moxii Double Dee & Trae Tha Truth] Hoes ride down, wanna be on me (On me) Told her "'Fore you hop in, what's ya D.O.B.?" Airplane ni**a like B.O.B I'm a boss ass ni**a, no J.O.B. (No what?) You be startin' sh*t, never P.O.P Send shout's to my ni**as in the P.O.D Fly ass hoes like TLC They don't want no scrubs, just T.L.C. (Ooh, oooh) T.L.C., T.L.C I'ma get mine off T.O.P Come to my bag, it's C.O.D When it come to this sh*t, I'm a G.O.D. (G.O.D.) I'ma get mine off T.O.P Yeah, I'ma get mine off T.O.P Walk in the spot, make it P.O.P Everybody in the club tryna be on me

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