Correction Paroles Truth Be Told par Priddy Ugly

Featuring(s) : KLY & Wichi

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Chorus:

I say woah..
I say woah..
I say woah..
(Yeah, Yeah)
I say woah..
Drink so much Hennessy/
Like we buy from the boat/
Roll the jet and smoke/
Puff it pass then blow/
All my niggahs woke/
It's the life we chose/
Cava the jig/
Oh that's your Mrs./
I'm in her wishlist/
Yeah, truth be told/
All my niggahs woke/
That's the life we chose/
Cava the jig/
Oh that's your Mrs./
I'm in her wishlist/
Yeah, truth be told/
Truth.../
Truth be told.../
TRUTH BE TOLD/

Verse 1: (Priddy Ugly)

Truth be told/
The game is to be sold/
Not who we know/
Thank God all my niggahs truly woke/
I don't f*ck with groupies hoes/
If she a cutie though/
Truth be told/
So Nice, Invite her to the studio/
Lord protect Tumi's soul/
Fresh to death like funerals/
The name is priddy ugly, but the flow is beautiful/
I give the money booty calls/
Find me in her booty hole/
I watch the money strip, she tease me while I'm fully clothed/
It's probably Gucci clothes/
Got Louis on floor/
You be at the store/
I'm getting at the COOGI at the door/
Riding in a spooky ghost/
Cologne is doobie smoke/
And I am brewing gold/
And I ain't talking Ruby Gold/
I need a million units sold/
All my niggahs stupid stoned/
Oh that's your miss, just be warned my shooters won't/
I've been oozing quotes/
Ur favorite rapper losing hope/
He know I'm truly dope/
Now he too exposed/
And Now we doing shows/
Where's your farm, who's the goat/
I'm counting what we grossed/
The Bank account is looking gross/
I'm not liking what you wrote/
Your writing needs a rope/

Your rhyming needs a stove/
I put the pricing the quote/
Check the diamonds in the coat/
The diamonds 'round the throat/
Chorus:

Truth Be told/
Since I came into the game my beats been your production goals/
Since 06 I been the GOAT/
I got class you taking notes/
She got ass she taking strokes/
I took Ls and now I'm woke/
f*cked yo bitch it was a joke/
My squad know we bouta go/
Money, fame, just days before/
Thinking bout the Range of Roves/
Scrrr pull up f*ck up the shows/
Eating Karrots my wrist cold/
Watch the throne with my eyes low/
Move your feet you lose your seat/
That's just how it f*cking goes/
Traplife rules us all except for me and all my bros/
We too damn exceptional/
Real ones not perceptual/
Your finesse conceptual/
My finesse is actual/
Test my theory if you will
But we all know that you won't/
I got heat I wish you would/
I burnt trees but now I'm good/
Cleared my head off all that smoke/
Now I'm focused, moving more/
Building kingdoms from the floor/
Searching for the keys & codes/
Unlock all the money doors/
For all my niggas truth be told/
Yeah, truth be told/

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