Hallelujah (Explicit)-Trae Tha Truth

Hallelujah (Explicit)

时间:2013-11-25

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Hallelujah hallelujah

I'm in this kitchen getting money hallelujah

Hallelujah hallelujah

I'm on this block counting money hallelujah

Hallelujah

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I'm in this b***h getting money hallelujah

I'm in this b***h getting money hallelujah

They call me Jay'Ton for a f**king reason

Cause I keep them tons each and every season

Cross me or mines you no longer breathing

Keep a ton of guns just give me a reason

I swear God its time to these n***as

They playing stiff but I ain't believe in these n***as

Brick talk b***h I swear I been feeding these n***as

50 in this chopper time for relieving these n***as

Kingpin living got these b***hes choosing

If you want them cheaper prices gots to come to Houston

Sets is where I'm from we wrap it up and ship it

So much work in diesel trucks it ain't no way to lift it

I'm in this kitchen come place your order

If I ain't got it at the trap I got it at the border

Born in that valley next to my connect

To deep in this vette just me and that check

When you get money say Illuminati

Looking like a white angel a white Rarri

Hallelujah I believe in God

Take a brick soft and stretch it I believe in hard

Amen hallelujah

I can make this s**t ugly Freddy Krueger

Hustle Gang hustle numbers

Got arrange kush prices that's hooked on chronic

Dirty money I ain't talking Diddy

I got kiloads of h****n in the holy city

Amen cross the plug

Went off with the packers he one showing love

F**k em I ain't paying more

Pull up in my hood b***h you getting robbed

N***as allows about the money and nothing matters

My family and n***as and you come after

I woke up in this Phantom too lost to remember

So been trying a to play with snow like the month of December

In this kitchen with the work whipping chickens for dinner

If I ain't trapper of the year I'm the perfect contender

King Truth white knights

My connect got so much action I'm like with the price

White lips slide through these bright lights

I keep a heater everything on me covered in ice

I'm on this white sand maybe somewhere lost in Cuba

And I keep a shooter Phantom disappear you're like Bermuda

So many chains hanging off young Truth I should've been a jeweler

This b***h I got ain't dropping off the truth sure no schooler

Ain't s**t as real as me

Get money way to much to count

I'm all bricks gold hands this work stretch no rubber bands

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