Trae Tha Truth, Zuse - Oiler 2 lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Zuse - Oiler 2 lyrics]
It's midnight
I'm heading down to your crib
I'm on one, got chad all in my drink
RIP to the pimp
Underground these motherfuckers
They know I'm bout to be king
Missed call from my main girl but
My mindset is on Kim
My ex-girl who branched out
And amputated her limb
It's all good, she gon' see the man
The young boy turned in
Still swangin' on these folks
With the same guys I came with
Now what the fuck should I think?
I'm screwed up
You can blame that on the beer
Screwed up, UGK up in my drink
Screwed up, Actavis under my skin
Screwed up, I can never trust a bitch
Where ya been at? How ya been?
How ya doing, girl? Can I come in?
Where ya been at? How ya been?
How ya doing, girl? Can I come in? yeah
Called her up
I'm down to ride and we all up
Sippin' on that cough syrup, that Big Mo
Pour four for the Pimp too, this Big Hawk
Not pimp juice hold up, let it sink in
Got pink all in my system
Swangin' down that highway, my girl
Say I move sideways, it's alright
Cup muddy on hard ice
Don't give a fuck like I'm
Ain't nothing change but the weather baby
But the young boy got the star life
Same boy who came up was the
Same man working all night
Yeah, I'm swangin' on these eighty-fours
Caught up in the past like "How
The fuck I'm gon' get away?"
Everybody who left me out
Tryna reminisce like "Wait!"
Boppers all in my face
No Johnny Dang, no Paul Wall
Get yo' grill outta my face
Rap a lot, I'm a prince, boy
And I put that all on J
From Kingston to the A Town to the H Town
We straight
Shout out to the greats, DJ Screw, Scarface
Big Mo and Trae, Big Hawk and Pimp C, nigga
I'm heading down to your crib
I'm on one, got chad all in my drink
RIP to the pimp
Underground these motherfuckers
They know I'm bout to be king
Missed call from my main girl but
My mindset is on Kim
My ex-girl who branched out
And amputated her limb
It's all good, she gon' see the man
The young boy turned in
Still swangin' on these folks
With the same guys I came with
Now what the fuck should I think?
I'm screwed up
You can blame that on the beer
Screwed up, UGK up in my drink
Screwed up, Actavis under my skin
Screwed up, I can never trust a bitch
Where ya been at? How ya been?
How ya doing, girl? Can I come in?
Where ya been at? How ya been?
How ya doing, girl? Can I come in? yeah
Called her up
I'm down to ride and we all up
Sippin' on that cough syrup, that Big Mo
Pour four for the Pimp too, this Big Hawk
Not pimp juice hold up, let it sink in
Got pink all in my system
Swangin' down that highway, my girl
Say I move sideways, it's alright
Cup muddy on hard ice
Don't give a fuck like I'm
Ain't nothing change but the weather baby
But the young boy got the star life
Same boy who came up was the
Same man working all night
Yeah, I'm swangin' on these eighty-fours
Caught up in the past like "How
The fuck I'm gon' get away?"
Everybody who left me out
Tryna reminisce like "Wait!"
Boppers all in my face
No Johnny Dang, no Paul Wall
Get yo' grill outta my face
Rap a lot, I'm a prince, boy
And I put that all on J
From Kingston to the A Town to the H Town
We straight
Shout out to the greats, DJ Screw, Scarface
Big Mo and Trae, Big Hawk and Pimp C, nigga