
You Ain’t Sayin Nothin TRU (Ft. Afficial, Desperado, Master P, Mr. Str8 & Yukon)
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[Master P]
Them TRU Boys Up In Here
Gonzilla Ain't Got Nothing On Me
[Chorus: Master P]
You Ain't Sayin Nothing, Nigga, You Ain't Sayin Nothing x8
[Master P]
I'm the truth motherfucker I ball with Mike Bibby
I'm in the Calliope project you want me, then come get me
When niggas will jack you, them hoes got gats too
These kids walk around with golds and tattoos
J Prince, The King of The South, I just kept that bitch going
Niggas disrespect me and I make you stop growing
Boz he right here, Hot Boy he right here
The New No Limit, nigga this is our year
We about money, cars, bitches, hoes
Kicking out windows and knocking down doors
I'm a hustler motherfucker, I can't work for the man
Put them birds in the van, and holla catch me if he can
They feeling me, my enemies mean-mug
Still walk up in the club and buy the bars up
Like What The What What, Get Beat the Fuck Up
No Limit In This Bitch, You better shut the fuck up
[Chorus]
Them TRU Boys Up In Here
Gonzilla Ain't Got Nothing On Me
[Chorus: Master P]
You Ain't Sayin Nothing, Nigga, You Ain't Sayin Nothing x8
[Master P]
I'm the truth motherfucker I ball with Mike Bibby
I'm in the Calliope project you want me, then come get me
When niggas will jack you, them hoes got gats too
These kids walk around with golds and tattoos
J Prince, The King of The South, I just kept that bitch going
Niggas disrespect me and I make you stop growing
Boz he right here, Hot Boy he right here
The New No Limit, nigga this is our year
We about money, cars, bitches, hoes
Kicking out windows and knocking down doors
I'm a hustler motherfucker, I can't work for the man
Put them birds in the van, and holla catch me if he can
They feeling me, my enemies mean-mug
Still walk up in the club and buy the bars up
Like What The What What, Get Beat the Fuck Up
No Limit In This Bitch, You better shut the fuck up
[Chorus]
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