Tremayne - TheEnds lyrics

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Tremayne - TheEnds lyrics

[Verse 1] One time for my birth city, B-Town's, my town Went to the city of bad b**hes and f**ed a reaping Now tell me, who run the town? You n***as gotta be kidding, run me my money now Don't be late for payment, it's the f**ing sound I put money over GOD, blasphemy, I don't give a f** n***as might blast for me if a n***a gettin' outta line, 'cause they know I'm the motherf**ing one All of my n***as is dealers, I don't say that sh** for the sake of it The trap is the trap 'cause we trappin, we trap to get out This life is what you make of it, get what you take from it I don't know n***as, no paper man, I ain't no paper man Seen n***as flip for the paper though. n***as turn b**h for the paper man I ain't no gangsta man, but there's a reason I know the code She gon' get naked for me 'cause she know that I got it, don't no n***a got it like I do n***as be ga**in' ya head like you ballin', got dread n***as runnin' 'round lookin' like Caillou Don't let real n***as find you, Don't let real n***as find you I might just find you Don't let real n***as find you, Don't let real n***as find you I'm right behind you like BANG! Yeah, yeah. Tell your momma you might learn somethin' [Hook] Tell 'em you should probably take a trip to the ends n***a! Told that motherf**er you should probably take a trip to the ends n***a! This is the way that you turn that lil boy to a man n***a! Come to my city, I turn that lil boy to a man n***a! Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now [Verse 2] I just need all of the d**. (fu*k THAT!) I just need all of the b**hes. (fu*k THAT!) I'm tryna get f**ed up. (fu*k THAT!) I'm tryna make a million. (AH!) I just need all of the praise for the sh** that I do, baby love me like you love Beyonce Nowadays, n***as play, silly games. Everybody want the fame On God, I'ma die 'fore they k** me. It's k** or be k**ed, ain't no second or chill weed Need a minute, I don't got a minute. Give a minute to them p**y n***as who can't handle (the block) They was posin', I know they was posin'. I slam like the rosen Drop all them clothes if she chose it I hope they know I don't make peace with no p**y, I beat it up I ain't no rookie See what they did to my n***as, so there ain't no talkin'. no ripper dipper man, no talkin'! Need you to shut the f** up and put money in hand, I'm the man n***a, I'm the man! [Hook] Tell 'em you should probably take a trip to the ends n***a! Told that motherf**er you should probably take a trip to the ends n***a! This is the way that you turn that lil boy to a man n***a! Come to my city, I turn that lil boy to a man n***a! Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now Ridin' 'round my city, swervin', lookin' for trouble n***a I want it now

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