Lil Wayne, Trae Tha Truth - That’s Not Luv lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Trae Tha Truth - That’s Not Luv lyrics]
That’s not love that’s not love
That’s not love not real true love
Chea, I woke up this morning feeling
The world forgot about me
But then I remembered I’m the streets
It ain’t no life without me
Now what they really know about me? other
Than the fact I’m a asshole
And it’s death for any bitch tryna
Take it up out me
I’m in the game so tell them
Niggers I’mma leave with somethin’
I’m half an hour pass my patience
Bitch I’m needing some
I eat niggers up like they dinner
Digest ‘em and shit ‘em out
And re-direct them to the classes
Of a new beginner they say I never cheer
(why) , i don’t associate myself with
Other packs of gorillas
That see that they miss the real
So understand before I loose
I swear to leave ‘em sicker than
When they heard the news, that ain’t love
Damn
That’s not love
That’s not love (yeahhh, ay Trae I got you)
That’s not love
(and I’m still poured up baby)
Not real true love
(just pray for me sweetheart, yeah)
Snakes in the grass
So I stay on the pavement
Survived the battle when Adam was a cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I’m all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth closed
You wanna know why you die?
The answer’s right under your nose
And in the game I don’t sleep
In the game I don’t cheat
I just play my position, get MVP
I just gon’ wipe the
Dishes till they spot-free
Trae you can count on me like 1, 2, 3
Keep my business in my pocket
Never wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me
If that ain’t love
They been questioning if this real
Well bitch I’m here to answer
I’m on that shit that hit your
Life in last stages of cancer
A couple decades of head is
What your mind is on
There ain’t no keeping up with me
I’m in a different time zone
If I don’t rap, I’mma trap, if I don’t trap
I’mma slap the clip in F8
And get like Busta Rhymes and make it clap
Yeah they told you I’m gangster
Fuck what you talking about
Ain’t no rapper gon’ have your body
See your spirit walking out
I’m so Houston homie
AB and speak for it'self when I speak
Please shut the fuck up cause
I ain’t speaking for him
Uh, they saying Trae back in that zone
Tell them motherfuckers they weren’t wrong
Nigga fuck love, shit
That’s not love not real true love
Chea, I woke up this morning feeling
The world forgot about me
But then I remembered I’m the streets
It ain’t no life without me
Now what they really know about me? other
Than the fact I’m a asshole
And it’s death for any bitch tryna
Take it up out me
I’m in the game so tell them
Niggers I’mma leave with somethin’
I’m half an hour pass my patience
Bitch I’m needing some
I eat niggers up like they dinner
Digest ‘em and shit ‘em out
And re-direct them to the classes
Of a new beginner they say I never cheer
(why) , i don’t associate myself with
Other packs of gorillas
That see that they miss the real
So understand before I loose
I swear to leave ‘em sicker than
When they heard the news, that ain’t love
Damn
That’s not love
That’s not love (yeahhh, ay Trae I got you)
That’s not love
(and I’m still poured up baby)
Not real true love
(just pray for me sweetheart, yeah)
Snakes in the grass
So I stay on the pavement
Survived the battle when Adam was a cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I’m all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth closed
You wanna know why you die?
The answer’s right under your nose
And in the game I don’t sleep
In the game I don’t cheat
I just play my position, get MVP
I just gon’ wipe the
Dishes till they spot-free
Trae you can count on me like 1, 2, 3
Keep my business in my pocket
Never wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me
If that ain’t love
They been questioning if this real
Well bitch I’m here to answer
I’m on that shit that hit your
Life in last stages of cancer
A couple decades of head is
What your mind is on
There ain’t no keeping up with me
I’m in a different time zone
If I don’t rap, I’mma trap, if I don’t trap
I’mma slap the clip in F8
And get like Busta Rhymes and make it clap
Yeah they told you I’m gangster
Fuck what you talking about
Ain’t no rapper gon’ have your body
See your spirit walking out
I’m so Houston homie
AB and speak for it'self when I speak
Please shut the fuck up cause
I ain’t speaking for him
Uh, they saying Trae back in that zone
Tell them motherfuckers they weren’t wrong
Nigga fuck love, shit