Screw Done Already Warned Me 歌词

歌曲	Screw Done Already Warned Me
歌手	Trae Tha Truth
专辑	Restless
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	作曲 : Edwards, Thompson, Whetstone
	[Intro:] Screw done already warned me [x4]
	I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit [Hook: x4]
	Screw done already warned me, bitches ain't shit
	I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit [Trae:]
	Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star
	Plus it's certified, by the way that
	I tip my car
	Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn't shit
	So I'm banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit
	Let it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressure
	I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcher
	This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk
	We been holding since '99,
	I coulda taught you how to stunt
	Haters love to see you fall off, but
	I just ain't gon fall off
	Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast
	I knock 'em all off
	Them jackers
	I'm gon haul off, in the
	H we gon be joking
	We gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don't come up broken
	Lamborgini do's, on the slab only for the hood
	Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good
	Tell me what ya know about
	Screwed Up
	Click, the ones who slowed the pace
	And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face [Hook x4] [Lil' Keke:]
	Screw, done already warned me
	That the S.
	U.C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy
	Stayed up in
	H-Town, where bumper kits lay down
	Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds
	Bitches ain't shit, so
	I do it my way
	In the 500
	CL, just banging some
	Trae We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the
	Penn So that's mo' work to do, for
	C.M.G. and
	A.B.N Threw 4's on a old school, cause slab is true
	Laced it up with butter guts, over midnight blue
	My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat
	And I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete
	In the new driver seat, always be balling
	If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling
	A Screwed
	Up legend, shit who else could it be
	Then the resurrected reborn, infamous
	Don Ke' [Hook x4] [Trae]
	Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me
	I ain't worried about em, messing with
	Trae I got a army
	Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know how to sit still
	Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel
	Better call the coroner, cause it's fin to get reckless in
	Texas Plexers ain't never been a problem,
	I stay strapped for the jealous
	And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone
	We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on
	Now them assholes done came, and we ain't playing homie
	Anything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homie
	Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the
	South ain't on no hating shit
	We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick
	The North back to the
	Southwest, my section gon ride for
	Trae Don't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide away
	The gangstas love it, cause
	I stay providing 'em with hits
	So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit [Hook x8]

	zuo qu : Edwards, Thompson, Whetstone
	Intro: Screw done already warned me x4
	I' m fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit Hook: x4
	Screw done already warned me, bitches ain' t shit
	I' m fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit Trae:
	Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star
	Plus it' s certified, by the way that
	I tip my car
	Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn' t shit
	So I' m banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit
	Let it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper' s got you under pressure
	I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcher
	This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk
	We been holding since ' 99,
	I coulda taught you how to stunt
	Haters love to see you fall off, but
	I just ain' t gon fall off
	Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast
	I knock ' em all off
	Them jackers
	I' m gon haul off, in the
	H we gon be joking
	We gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don' t come up broken
	Lamborgini do' s, on the slab only for the hood
	Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good
	Tell me what ya know about
	Screwed Up
	Click, the ones who slowed the pace
	And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face Hook x4 Lil' Keke:
	Screw, done already warned me
	That the S.
	U. C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy
	Stayed up in
	HTown, where bumper kits lay down
	Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds
	Bitches ain' t shit, so
	I do it my way
	In the 500
	CL, just banging some
	Trae We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the
	Penn So that' s mo' work to do, for
	C. M. G. and
	A. B. N Threw 4' s on a old school, cause slab is true
	Laced it up with butter guts, over midnight blue
	My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat
	And I' m strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete
	In the new driver seat, always be balling
	If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling
	A Screwed
	Up legend, shit who else could it be
	Then the resurrected reborn, infamous
	Don Ke' Hook x4 Trae
	Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me
	I ain' t worried about em, messing with
	Trae I got a army
	Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don' t know how to sit still
	Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel
	Better call the coroner, cause it' s fin to get reckless in
	Texas Plexers ain' t never been a problem,
	I stay strapped for the jealous
	And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone
	We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on
	Now them assholes done came, and we ain' t playing homie
	Anything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homie
	Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the
	South ain' t on no hating shit
	We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick
	The North back to the
	Southwest, my section gon ride for
	Trae Don' t think that it' s a game, run up and watch how you slide away
	The gangstas love it, cause
	I stay providing ' em with hits
	So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit Hook x8

	zuò qǔ : Edwards, Thompson, Whetstone
	Intro: Screw done already warned me x4
	I' m fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit Hook: x4
	Screw done already warned me, bitches ain' t shit
	I' m fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit Trae:
	Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star
	Plus it' s certified, by the way that
	I tip my car
	Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn' t shit
	So I' m banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit
	Let it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper' s got you under pressure
	I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcher
	This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk
	We been holding since ' 99,
	I coulda taught you how to stunt
	Haters love to see you fall off, but
	I just ain' t gon fall off
	Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast
	I knock ' em all off
	Them jackers
	I' m gon haul off, in the
	H we gon be joking
	We gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don' t come up broken
	Lamborgini do' s, on the slab only for the hood
	Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good
	Tell me what ya know about
	Screwed Up
	Click, the ones who slowed the pace
	And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face Hook x4 Lil' Keke:
	Screw, done already warned me
	That the S.
	U. C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy
	Stayed up in
	HTown, where bumper kits lay down
	Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds
	Bitches ain' t shit, so
	I do it my way
	In the 500
	CL, just banging some
	Trae We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the
	Penn So that' s mo' work to do, for
	C. M. G. and
	A. B. N Threw 4' s on a old school, cause slab is true
	Laced it up with butter guts, over midnight blue
	My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat
	And I' m strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete
	In the new driver seat, always be balling
	If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling
	A Screwed
	Up legend, shit who else could it be
	Then the resurrected reborn, infamous
	Don Ke' Hook x4 Trae
	Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me
	I ain' t worried about em, messing with
	Trae I got a army
	Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don' t know how to sit still
	Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel
	Better call the coroner, cause it' s fin to get reckless in
	Texas Plexers ain' t never been a problem,
	I stay strapped for the jealous
	And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone
	We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on
	Now them assholes done came, and we ain' t playing homie
	Anything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homie
	Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the
	South ain' t on no hating shit
	We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick
	The North back to the
	Southwest, my section gon ride for
	Trae Don' t think that it' s a game, run up and watch how you slide away
	The gangstas love it, cause
	I stay providing ' em with hits
	So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit Hook x8

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