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      Wraith (Ft Yo Gotti)

      Wraith (Ft Yo Gotti)

      T.I.

      Album: Dime Trap

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      T.I. - Wraith (Ft Yo Gotti) Música y Letra

      Yeah 
      Hey man 
      I got a real short list of shit I like to do 
      Ya dig 
      Get money (Yeah) 
      , Kick shit (I Just wanna ball, yeah) 
      I just wanna ball, yeah 
      That's the list, nigga, that's it 
      
      I just wanna ball in the wraith 
      With your broad in the way 
      And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 
      Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 
      Leave your daughter with the papers 
      Fuck a hater till the day I die 
      Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 
      Before you were getting going, I was getting to it 
      
      Put it down, bankrolls in the neighborhood 
      Was catching cases, before I got to get some paper good 
      Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you came up?' 
      I said you deal with every bitch who wearing lace front 
      I don't like her, feel that way about alot of rappers 
      I don't talk about 'em 
      Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud 
      Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war about it 
      Hm Having problems understanding your logic, man 
      Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and tour London 
      Get some more money 
      Don't believe it When your heard doubt me 
      Ain't no pun intended 
      Military guns in the mansion 
      Ain't no runnin' in it 
      A rebel when I fucked that bitch 
      It ain't no coming in it 
      Since my first album I been serious 
      Ain't no funny business 
      Bitch, ain't no funny business 
      No weapon, against me shall prosper 
      But it's welcome to form 
      Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum 
      Ringing bells and blowing horns when my named called 
      I'm just a self made nigga in the wraith though 
      
      I just wanna ball in the wraith 
      With your broad in the way 
      And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 
      Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 
      Leave your daughter with the papers 
      Fuck a hater till the day I die 
      Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 
      Before you were getting going, I was getting to it 
      [Yo Gotti] 
      I'm a dope boy legend 
      
      
      
      
      Street form reppin 
      Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the necklace 
      They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be 
      Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me 
      Know If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me? No 
      She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke 
      I bet a Wraith on the super bowl 
      In the kitchen, super cold 
      Six ounce, four pints, that's a superstove 
      I always had a plaque and a hit 
      Boy, I bet I had a mac and some bricks 
      If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the safe 
      Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case 
      Truck, truck, Lambo 
      Guns, guns, ammo 
      Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my fam-o 
      He a white man, kill him 
      For his shit, she want a check for the 
      Pussy 
      That's that out the North shit 
      
      I just wanna ball in the wraith 
      With your broad in the way 
      And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 
      Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 
      Leave your daughter with the papers 
      Fuck a hater till the day I die 
      Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 
      Before you were getting going, I was getting to it 
      Presidential swag 
      In the slum with the hairnet 
      Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out 
      Dab in my bag, give it to her, wear her ass at? 
      Dick game great, give it to her till she pass out 
      This the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda 
      Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no details 
      Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized they figures 
      Now they rich and you just get it out the Blue 
      Now he ridin' in the Rolls Royce 
      Came out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy 
      Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing 
      Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a whole one 
      Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't deny me 
      Niggas still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga 
      Yeah, See it on my face, dawg 
      I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars 
      
      I just wanna ball in the wraith 
      With your broad in the way 
      And I wanna, I'ma take my shot 
      Praise God, leave it all when you're dead 
      Leave your daughter with the papers 
      Fuck a hater till the day I die 
      Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing 
      Before you were getting going, I was getting to it

      T.I. - Wraith (Ft Yo Gotti) Música y Letra

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