Trae Tha Truth, Zuse - Oiler lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Zuse - Oiler 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
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
Young street king, ain't nothing switched
I'm paid in full and I ain't talking Mitch
I got a couple tools to get a hater fixed
Finna' screw em up like it was 96'
With a bitch tryna' catch another bitch
On six-fours with this (triback?)
You can't top that even if you could
I'll still steal the scene like I
Was coming on a jet
You nigas still ain't shit
Get the fuck off my dick
You pillow talking to something you
Probably still ain't hit
Who me? Naw I'm just cooling homie
Up slow same color of bricks
I'm Houston, Texas, born and raised nigga
I'm screwed for life
This ain't a phase nigga
Rest in peace, I miss them days nigga
Clipse, Screw, and Dub K nigga
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
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
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
Young street king, ain't nothing switched
I'm paid in full and I ain't talking Mitch
I got a couple tools to get a hater fixed
Finna' screw em up like it was 96'
With a bitch tryna' catch another bitch
On six-fours with this (triback?)
You can't top that even if you could
I'll still steal the scene like I
Was coming on a jet
You nigas still ain't shit
Get the fuck off my dick
You pillow talking to something you
Probably still ain't hit
Who me? Naw I'm just cooling homie
Up slow same color of bricks
I'm Houston, Texas, born and raised nigga
I'm screwed for life
This ain't a phase nigga
Rest in peace, I miss them days nigga
Clipse, Screw, and Dub K nigga
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