Corrección Letra Shake Em Off par Trae tha Truth

Featuring(s) : Babyface Ray

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[Intro: Trae tha Truth & Babyface Ray]
Yeah
Yeah (Solo, you goin' brazy)
(Yeah, this a hit right here, Xave)

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I had to shake 'em off, shake them haters off of me
Diamonds in my smile, lil' bro, it cost to talk to me
They know to keep it lit, but I ain't sippin' coffee
These labels crazy as hell, shit, I got what they offer me
My youngins wild as fuck, you move too quick, they might pop off
They say they on my head, I came through there with my top off
Forever on the meds, I told the doctor treat my cough
These lil' niggas Plankton, I think they tryna steal my sauce

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, Mr. Put You On
I'm hеad honcho, turned up for my fam, yeah, Michael Corlеone
Sip it 'til it's gone, jewelry on, used to Barry Bonds
I put that on the guys, don't fear a soul, but I'm in Fear of God
I find it odd she got a man, but wanna know my whereabouts
My nigga Trae say he poppin' out with slabs, thought this was my yay spot
Thick white bitch run up on me, shit feel like Baywatch
My advice to you fake-ass niggas, don't quit your day job
You a goofy, so I sell you cut, these lil' niggas fake high
Fugazi chain with the watch to match, I'm surprised you ain't break out
Lil' cuz cookin' shit, turn the streets to a steakhouse
It get tight, I get shiesty, cross a nigga like AI

[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
When it come to money, bitch, I'm out the door
Talkin' chips without the store
Guarantee you get sick with this motion how they stop and go
Niggas I'm with known to clean
Sweep or either mop the floor
Pressure when I blow the game
Bitch, I'm tryna odd the score
You a lie, speakin' like I ain't fly
'Stead it's out the sky
No supply
That was word to X, bitch, I'm ride or die
If I die, bury me inside Dubai
All my chains on, no tie
Have my ice stacked up high
All that fake shit be dry
Niggas say they love me, but I know they be fakin' daily
Probably hate me shinin', yeah, everything 'bout them be shady
Know my nigga stupid, yeah, everything 'bout him go crazy
Think they on Wockeisha how niggas sleepin' like they lazy
Yeah, guess that money callin'
Went and got me an eighteen-wheeler, that's just for money haulin'
Any foreign I'm in turn killer, guaranteed that somethin' fallin'
Came with it, ain't shit gettin' realer, see me on somethin' crawlin'
Focused, still, I'm tryna swerve
Trappin' like I'm tryna serve
Funny, niggas got the nerve
Plug, I can send a surge
Keep it fly without the birds
Pick a spot and I can splurge
Keep a mask like the purge
Know my chopper got the urge

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