Full Lyrics : Lil Wayne Ft. 2 Chainz - Preach

Zaytoven

Aye

You know what up

It's Dolph

Zay what's poppin'

don't trust a b*tch, don't trust trust a n*gga

F*ck b*tches F*ck b*tches get yo girl

don't trust these motherF*ckin' n*ggas yo

Don't trust a b*tch, n*gga get yo girl

I don't F*ck with these n*ggas 'cause they shady

These b*tches they just wanna have my baby

Born in the 80s, crack baby

Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me (the streets)

You muthaF*ckin' right couldn't get it from my mama

so I got it off the block

Been working my whole life

but I ain't never punched the clock

9 years old I seen a n*gga get shot, damn

n*ggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed

Pussy ass n*gga tell it on his own fam (pussy)

Same n*gga that you break your neck for

Be the same n*gga that cross you out and wet you up

Post to be chasin' money but you chasin' b*tches

Real bosses don't talk we just sit back and listen

Stack that paper up then make boss moves

She like to argue so I sent that b*tch to law school

Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)

Same b*tch that claim she love you she'll set you up (Preach)

Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (Preach)

The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)

Real n*gga shit, only what I do and speak

if he don't work all he a F*ckin' leech (Preach)

I ain't got shit for a n*gga, ain't nothing in this muthaF*ckin' world free (Preach)

Zay got the muthaF*ckin' bass thumpin'

Dolph got the muthaF*ckin' trap jumpin'

Doors to the trap open, Ill sell you something

Hell nah don't ask, I ain't frontin' nothing

I F*cked yo b*tch then told her I'll see you around

Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnid thou

Dolph just poured a 8 in a 2 liter pop

They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops

Addicted to hustlin' I can't stop (can't stop)

Won't stop (won't stop), can't stop

Never hear me complaining bout what I ain't got

'Cause if I want it imma go get it

Free my n*gga yo Diddy

Got Paper Rout tatted on yo ho titty

Same n*gga you gettin' high with he really yo enemy

Everyday n*ggas cross they patnas out for benjamins

Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)

Same b*tch that claim she love you she'll set you up (Preach)

Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (Preach)

The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)

Real n*gga shit, only what I do and speak

if he don't work all he a F*ckin' leech (Preach)

I ain't got shit for a n*gga, ain't nothing in this muthaF*ckin' world free (Preach)

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