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'Free Spirit' Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth (Ft. Drake, Rick Ross & Jr Jr)
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What you’re doing here?
What’s up nigger?
I’m trying to get into something!
What you’re talking about?
I don’t know about you
I say we go fuck with some hoes or something
Yeah, I’m with that!
You can have any other…. outside
Where the keys at?
I’m out in the bank, or something
Let’s go!

..this bitch need to drop out on his friends
They say this bitch got all the way to the moon
This bitch …
She thinks she’s… try to make it to the crib
Fuck that shit, I…
A real nigger it ain’t nothing like this
..ain’t nothing like this
I think I smell those pranks…
shoot that hoes like talking to ya all
Nigger we’re the shit, I don’t know what they are
This money in my life won’t leave
Therefore nigger, I’m dangerous
I fuck up anytime a nigger want
Money…

Tell a bad bitch girl, lets go hang
You know me, Rolex, gold chain
Fuck my young niggas, XO gang
Get so drunk you forget yo name
Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range, I’m taking off when that light change
I’m Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
I miss this and I want it back, so I’m all in with these new flows
New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great
Pimp flows ‘n screw flows, my shit be sounding like grape tapes, now
Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give anything that make shit go slow
Yea, money in my safe, but I’m living dangerous
They told me shit would change, but I don’t really see no change in us

Chorus:
Tat my name on you so I know its real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real
I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
‘Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup

I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
I play with her mind, she masturbate with my Porsche
Its simple love, it’s simple love
Her chest nice, not a wrinkle on her ass
Puffin’ purple hash welcome to my power circle
Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working
Rolls Royce rollin’, rose gold rollie’s
MBA accountants, amounts they get on…
But mama still praying for her rubberband man
When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin’
Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled

Chorus:
Tat my name on you so I know its real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real
I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
‘Cause when Im not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup

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