Goes Out (feat. Brian Angel, J-Dawg & Scarface) - 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

Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back Nigga where your wife at, y'all niggas don't like that I bring a bitch the rough shit, you be on some love shit Kiss and hold and hug shit, she be wantin thug dick You winin, and dinin, puttin all ya time in I be into windin, knockin out the linen Silk pink panties, but she can't understand me I be buyin condoms, you be buyin candy She love you, lust me, gansta shit, it must be All the while you spoilin that bitch, so thinkin 'fuck me' Hard for you to see that, 'cause you be on that weak rap "Ay, can I get some roses please?", nigga where your 'G' at A gentleman, fuck that, wearin suits, what's that? You hit the hoe she lay there, I hit the bitch she fuck back Makin voices, noises, voices and noises (moaning) But when she do, I send her home to you Pussy hole swole up, everytime she roll up (Nasty) I'm slippin in and out ya girl (Nasty) Pussy all around the world (Nasty) Stickin my dick up in and out ya girl (So nasty) Pussy all around the world Now I admit, I didn't put my prick up ya gal She saves her pussy for you, she's just my dick sucking pal She tells me her problem, I like to listen and learn And I don't mind because she's always got a Swisher to burn And a six-pack, I sit back, chill while she drives With her skirt pulled down and her panties to the side Wanna smoke, what's up, open up the glove compartment Grab the Swisher, kiss her, get my lighter and spark it Don't know how she do it nigga but when she be drivin She be slobbin and bobbin while she's givin me noggin And I've been, tryin to tell myself to chill But I find myself just takin the wheel She followed me to the bathroom, and I ain't have to pee I'm at the club tryin to do this little nasty freak I met last week, you know the panties drop quick She suck dick with two hands and a whole lotta spit Average niggas get nervous around the bitch Lick between her legs and run circles 'round her clit Fall in love, she'll make your mind a wreck When she lay on her back, and put her legs behind her neck Sperm drinker, come in her mouth, she keeps suckin it It's too sensitive, have a nigga sayin 'Fuck this shit, bitch, can I have my dick back' You don't wanna hit that, you don't wanna be inside that kit-cat She's too nasty, but I like that Pussy have you right back, fuck where your wife's at It's hard for you to fight that Long throat, nut-gobblin bitch with a tight cat Gettin head in a white 'Lac, bitch

His name is Jigga What's happenin baby Tryin to get this loot So what's it gon' be? Women, whiskey, weed Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga You could get them thangs for a lesser fee Yeah and with the right amount of pressure Them thangs look free I'm on my way now Desperate need of a lik indeed Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need My nigga for sheez Right back at you Holla after you land we get it before you leave Is you for sure Them niggas out there still got cheese Cuz my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin OZ's Man them niggas rapin the town without breakin 'em down Them bastards makin a killin slangin half of buldings For real man, I'm on my last nine thousand Aint got no money, I'm fightin cases with this ho money And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass Sittin at the exit row, by the do' I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines Where the fuck is Jay-Z Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve I see your face by the curb You know these motherfucking cab drivers Like they own this motherfucker Open the trunk And then I'm thinkin, Jigga let's get this motherfucking cash nigga Well if it's a money thing let's get this motherfucking money man And then I said to Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash nigga I got a dope house scoped out An escape route? Let's hit the highway, load up, lock In this booty shit? Hold up, cops Trippin, it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker Yeah, and ten million undercovers We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor Niggas is gon' shit they draws They got a bitch at the door Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house I hit the buzzer, Mita, Manny Let me up it's Joey motherfucker Takin the steps up with only one thing on our mind Up the steps, got closer The voices got louder, you hear it? Death's approaching we comin for that powder Then I knocked four times And hit the hallway, clear polish Well she couldn't see shit, now what's it gonna be bitch?

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)