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Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
John Antonio Carrington Jr Cameron
John Antonio Carrington Jr Cameron
Songwriter
Leon Jones
Leon Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Producer
KamRoc Beats
KamRoc Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Boy, turn me up a little bit (da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I'ma see what it do (Trauma Tone) yeah (yeah) Riding in my car alone (car alone) Conversation with my big homies who dead and gone (dead and gone) Tell 'em what I been trippin' on (tell 'em what I be trippin' on) Should I press the situation or leave shit alone? (Leave shit alone) They tell me if I'm right or wrong (tell me if I'm right or wrong) Niggas be scared to keep it real just 'cause my money long (money long) Every link in my chain strong (yeah, yeah) Keep it all the way one hundred or just carry on (yeah) Uh, plotting on murdering these motherfuckers 'fore they get us Decepticon seed, I was the first one with it Quit driving my Rolls Royce 'Cause all my bitches kept cryin' in 'em (crying in 'em) From a remote, I drop the top and start my car They thought somebody was sittin' in it, I got that rooftop vision Truth in my lyrics, can't move like them other niggas I swear it's like they in a fuckin' copy-cat competition Natural habitat, boy, not be smoking 'round the killers They respect how much I be chillin', so don't come 'round here trippin' They gon' for sure make sure I continue my jet livin' (my jet livin') You receive a text, found out one of your mans was missin' (mans was missin') Back to the paper, I'm more comfortable (yeah, yeah) I just rolled up a few, I got a selection of some bad bitches falling through (I didn't invite you, I didn't invite you) yeah, nigga Riding in my car alone (riding in my car alone) Conversation with my big homies who dead and gone Tell 'em what I been trippin' on (tell 'em what I be trippin' on) Should I press the situation or leave shit alone? (Leave shit alone) Tell me if I'm right or wrong (tell me if I'm right or wrong) Niggas be scared to keep it real because my money long Every link in my chain strong (da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) Just keep it all the way one hundred or just carry on (yeah, yeah) Eastside Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches, baby We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it Tell you rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your nigga That shit there had me suspicious We hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin' Loose lips sink ships, and my Chevy ain't sink (yeah) (Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life) Niggas be scared to keep it real just 'cause my money long (nigga, yeah) Tell me if I'm right or wrong (Jet Life, Jet Life) Keep it all the way one hundred or just carry on (nigga, yeah) Every link in my chain strong This why they tell you don't have yes men And shit like that in your circle or your whatever Gonna tell you, 'cause dig this I done been in rooms where I know for sure I done told them, "I gotta go back and say that again" Nigga 'round me sell like me before and I tell you like, "Oh, nah man" That's some bullshit, you feel me? He said that I went back, I didn't tell him like, "Well" 'Cause me, it sounds like I said it, but I know sometimes I say shit That's inaudible to people and that would be that bullshit 'Cause these and shit, still on that That's like how shirts end up at Marshalls and Ross and them Because the horses and stitching off They was like, "Ah, fuck it, we can get 20 dollars for it (yeah), 20 and cents" And thank you for not letting mine for 20 dollars for the whole album When I presented to Macys for 49 (I got you, I got you) (Thanks) (It's good, listen)
Writer(s): Shante Franklin, Cameron Jones, John Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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