I’m The Truth Dro Kenji
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[Chorus]
How you gon' leave my side?
Bitch I'm the truth, real nigga, it's written in stone (Hey)
High lil' bitch wanna beep at the car
Expensive bar rounds, [?] (Uh huh)
Christian Diors, I'm hind sighted, my eyes are numb from [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why would I listen to you? I got rich by myself and nobody would care if you poor (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why would I smoke all the mary? I'm rollin' it up 'til I damn near fall on the floor (Oh, woah)
Why when she ridin' the dick, she bad as fuck, I could damn near fall in love
I fell in love with the diamonds, I get them
I can feel the addy, breakin down in my system
I might gеt a bag and split on my sisters
Pull up to the pump, won't get no blistеrs (Baow)
[Verse]
High like a cloud, I'm movin' around
I tried to love 'em but they really doubted me (Brrt, woah)
They really lettin' me down
Uh, I tried to show 'em how we rockin' now
I brought LA to Atlanta, I'm smokin' the strong and the weed got me lookin' around
I just got time for the money, I'm gettin' so boujee, I only fuck hoes from the south
Like 4 or 5 racks in one ten
And my clothes all look good as hell
I'm like 4 or 5 times in one sentence
My hoes all on demon time
I'mma brave nigga, still a ten
Watched everybody walk the other way
Run the stage with some strong weed
Finna smoke up and get the pain all up off of me
How you gon' leave my side?
Bitch I'm the truth, real nigga, it's written in stone (Hey)
High lil' bitch wanna beep at the car
Expensive bar rounds, [?] (Uh huh)
Christian Diors, I'm hind sighted, my eyes are numb from [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why would I listen to you? I got rich by myself and nobody would care if you poor (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why would I smoke all the mary? I'm rollin' it up 'til I damn near fall on the floor (Oh, woah)
Why when she ridin' the dick, she bad as fuck, I could damn near fall in love
I fell in love with the diamonds, I get them
I can feel the addy, breakin down in my system
I might gеt a bag and split on my sisters
Pull up to the pump, won't get no blistеrs (Baow)
[Verse]
High like a cloud, I'm movin' around
I tried to love 'em but they really doubted me (Brrt, woah)
They really lettin' me down
Uh, I tried to show 'em how we rockin' now
I brought LA to Atlanta, I'm smokin' the strong and the weed got me lookin' around
I just got time for the money, I'm gettin' so boujee, I only fuck hoes from the south
Like 4 or 5 racks in one ten
And my clothes all look good as hell
I'm like 4 or 5 times in one sentence
My hoes all on demon time
I'mma brave nigga, still a ten
Watched everybody walk the other way
Run the stage with some strong weed
Finna smoke up and get the pain all up off of me
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