Can't Ban tha Truth (feat. Young Quis & Brian Angel) - Trae tha Truth

The way she rock and let it go Got a young n---a feigning more Up and down while she on that pole She drop it low and she shake it slow Chicks be hatin on how she do it Do it do it do it do it Money every where look how she moving, Yeaaaa I That body right and I want a piece She keep it low that's my little freak yea yea You got to love it when She go round round round round yea yea She'll have you addicted She put it down down down down I just want her body I just want your body Girl I just wanna touch your I just want touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body I just wanna touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body I just wanna touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body I just wanna touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body body baby Lights off Clothes on the floor Just want to look at you Just me and you, yea And you can scream as loud as you want to No lie I can hardly control myself Body so sexy like K Michelle Your so sexy baby baby I'll do anything you want me to Ain't no limit to the things I'll do to you Love it when your body call my name I'll be your sex slave girl I just want her body I just want her body I just want to touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body I just wanna touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body I just wanna touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body I just wanna touch touch Touch touch touch touch Body Licking and kissing your Body your body girl Licking and kissing your Body your body girl

Damn shawty Got damn living it up ain't you All that designer shit man You know what I mean Got damn you living a dream bruh My shades more expensive than your J's My chain indicates that I'm paid My lady say it's time to get engaged She say I go on tour and misbehave Our bills are never late On the stage rocking like I'm Jimmy Page But fuck swag, I ain't dressing up like Kid 'n Play Trying to snap on every track like Eminem on Renegade If you ain't heard of me then you been living in a cave Or sitting in a grave, or listening to Drake Any minute the shit will disintegrate This music business is fishy like penetrating a bitch who didn't bathe Wanted on the streets like I went to prison and escaped Fuck the police, these authority figures get disobeyed In the broad day bullets be grazing and ricochet No games, only participating in pistol play I rap and I shove the crack in the side of a creme brûlée It's like I'm pinned against a cage, fightin' in the MMA Bitch It is what it is but it ain't what it seems People thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh When I roll through in my old school Cut' Supreme They be thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahhhhh Yeah My older brother's a teacher, one of his students asked If I ever game him money, it's funny, people think I got stupid cash If they only knew the half Hoping I got loot to last me to June and it's April Afraid to go and do the math Covering my emotions, hope they don't see through the mask From the outside looking in it's different, looking through the glass Me and Tech ain't Bernz and Wrek, me and Wolf ain't Snoop and Daz Cause the truth is that this music crap is difficult to grasp That's why you never see me go on interviews and bash Other rappers, I'm not the dude booin' while you [?] Cause I still got a pill problem My dollar bills still got a film on 'em Feeling like some loser trash Homies clueless asking questions, "When they sending you a plaque?" Explaining how budgets work, recouping and how I'm stressing Cause I never see a check from selling 50, 000 records But It is what it is but it ain't what it seems People thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh When I roll through in my old school Cut' Supreme They be thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahhhhh Yeah I'm sick of people speaking for me like ain't a day I was stressing Why the fuck I'm living life somewhere lost in a thousand questions Every blessing got me grateful but these haters got me hateful So I take it 'til I'm permanent resting, but they don't see that All they see is that I'm a trip Fuck 'em, I'd rather kick it and dive inside they woman' lips Yeah this whip I ride is nice but why you worried 'bout the price What about they days I walk and hustle just to starve for nights And that's for real Why are they acting like they was on side of me They don't remember when everyone lied to me Left me alone and that was cool back then But now that they looking they acting like they was the one that was doing it Telling me they was my people They thought they had me fooled back then Not Trae, no not today, I'm living for me No opinion got me in shackles, shit I'm living life free And everything seem to be a dream, I tried to tell 'em wake up But instead they'd rather hate me getting cake up Shit

Niggas better see a nigga roll Starched down & I'm rollin' on 84's. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang, I'm a Swang the slab, lean to the left Pop my trunk & show what I'm about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt I'm a vet, so it's automatic when I be swingin' my wide frame .44's to 24's I'm subject to glide mayne Like a pimp without the look but still so fly when I slide mayne Plus I'm lethal fully loaded, ain't no takin' my ride mayne We gangsta & it ain't too much you can do to stop us Don't try to knock us 'cause these bounters got boppers tryin' to jock us We the best at what we gon' be & these haters know it So haters hate us to death & I know 'cause these haters show it I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin' And for them jackers thinkin' fly, just picture what I be holdin' Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast they'll be foldin' A few of them will have you leakin' 'til your dead or your swollen But still I ride like the law, floatin' above everything I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over, nigga fresh off the chain, peep the slang. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. I'm a Swang & a Swang & I Swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back Only God can do that so I'm a leave it alone Movin' on, groovin' to this soothin' song I'm cruisin' along, still got a Screw tape on Still in the zone, wishin' Corey Blunt was home Ridin' on chrome, bangin' with my bub' lights on Ridin' home Southeast of the Astrodome I'm Fat Pat's clone, his legacy carries on His heart beat pumps through my flesh & bones Flippin' with Trae, mobbin' down MLK He's blue over gray, I'm tippin' sellin' duece today It's dub K, chiefin' on some lovely And we on the Boulevard actin' ugly, we gon'... Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang-Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. A.B.N. is my type of nature, my understanding is nothin' stacks In the back of a Lac on this glass, your finna see me struttin' Cuttin' corners on the daily basis Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin' faces I'm on the tip like a waiter when I be leanin' to the left I'm roll the city through the dark with a 5th on bumpers & belts Or maybe in an Impala '67 Chevy be spinnin' Invisible set display everytime they catchin' me grinnin' Off in they face, it ain't too much that they can do to a G But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be And it don't bother me 'cause I still be top of my game Just don't come off inside of my range I might be leavin' a stain Whether my slab or beam Niggas gon' respect that we gangsta T-shirt & Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wanksta's Everyday is still the same, I be slowed loud when I bang And thanks to Screw & P A T we got 'em diggin' our slang, ha. Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk & yep yep yep Swang, Swang & I Swang & I Swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk & yep yep yep. Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man.

I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl You think she my newest bitch, she my old Girl Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is Boss shit, look that up nigga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is Niggas be dressing off the manikin Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them Camera's is Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish Friends Coulda been the President, rather be the Man instead Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin' Like phone numbers (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) Time is money so I went and bought a Rolex (bought a Rolex) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a Million) I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin' Millions (You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million, Whaaaaaat) Trae Tha Truth] I'm in the hood [?] on this something corner Surfing Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm Polar surfing Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond Infested Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my Time is invested I'm still the king and I'm thugged out Any block any club I flood it out I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it Out I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going Out I'm getting money, probably something you Don't know about I stunt hard, you would swear that I was Showin' out Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a Throw 'em out And back door on these hoes that I was Warning out While I'm in this machine, convert the top Tell them that the sky is the limit With a four of freaks, she got her face in My lap so deep you would think That she was hiding in it Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta Real shit boi, these niggas imposters They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want Like I got a hostage, yeh Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money Calling Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin' Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank I told them I could, they tell me I can't They want me to trip when I'm d-cking the Paint I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see Me My dick hard, your bitch is easy (Boi, boi, boi)