Lirik Lagu Screwed Done Already Warned Me - Trae
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(feat. Lil' Keke)
[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 shitI'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 starPlus it's certified, by the way that I tip my carScrew done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn't shitSo I'm banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kitLet it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressureI bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcherThis the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunkWe been holding since '99, I coulda taught you how to stuntHaters love to see you fall off, but I just ain't gon fall offThem tops be on the slab, but watch how fast I knock 'em all offThem jackers I'm gon haul off, in the H we gon be jokingWe gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don't come up brokenLamborgini do's, on the slab only for the hoodGhetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking goodTell me what ya know about Screwed Up Click, the ones who slowed the paceAnd the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face
[Hook x4]
[Lil' Keke:]Screw, done already warned meThat the S.U.C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommyStayed up in H-Town, where bumper kits lay downTerrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgroundsBitches ain't shit, so I do it my wayIn the 500 CL, just banging some TraeWe got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the PennSo that's mo' work to do, for C.M.G. and A.B.NThrew 4's on a old school, cause slab is trueLaced it up with butter guts, over midnight blueMy click is on feet, my whole team gon eatAnd I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride completeIn the new driver seat, always be ballingIf the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start fallingA Screwed Up legend, shit who else could it beThen the resurrected reborn, infamous Don Ke'
[Hook x4]
[Trae]Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm meI ain't worried about em, messing with Trae I got a armyPlus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know how to sit stillNeon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheelBetter call the coroner, cause it's fin to get reckless in TexasPlexers ain't never been a problem, I stay strapped for the jealousAnd for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zoneWe draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging onNow them assholes done came, and we ain't playing homieAnything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homieMatters what you banging homie, cause you know the South ain't on no hating shitWe represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brickThe North back to the Southwest, my section gon ride for TraeDon't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide awayThe gangstas love it, cause I stay providing 'em with hitsSo if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit
[Hook x8]
[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 shitI'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 starPlus it's certified, by the way that I tip my carScrew done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn't shitSo I'm banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kitLet it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressureI bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcherThis the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunkWe been holding since '99, I coulda taught you how to stuntHaters love to see you fall off, but I just ain't gon fall offThem tops be on the slab, but watch how fast I knock 'em all offThem jackers I'm gon haul off, in the H we gon be jokingWe gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don't come up brokenLamborgini do's, on the slab only for the hoodGhetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking goodTell me what ya know about Screwed Up Click, the ones who slowed the paceAnd the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face
[Hook x4]
[Lil' Keke:]Screw, done already warned meThat the S.U.C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommyStayed up in H-Town, where bumper kits lay downTerrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgroundsBitches ain't shit, so I do it my wayIn the 500 CL, just banging some TraeWe got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the PennSo that's mo' work to do, for C.M.G. and A.B.NThrew 4's on a old school, cause slab is trueLaced it up with butter guts, over midnight blueMy click is on feet, my whole team gon eatAnd I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride completeIn the new driver seat, always be ballingIf the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start fallingA Screwed Up legend, shit who else could it beThen the resurrected reborn, infamous Don Ke'
[Hook x4]
[Trae]Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm meI ain't worried about em, messing with Trae I got a armyPlus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know how to sit stillNeon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheelBetter call the coroner, cause it's fin to get reckless in TexasPlexers ain't never been a problem, I stay strapped for the jealousAnd for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zoneWe draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging onNow them assholes done came, and we ain't playing homieAnything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homieMatters what you banging homie, cause you know the South ain't on no hating shitWe represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brickThe North back to the Southwest, my section gon ride for TraeDon't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide awayThe gangstas love it, cause I stay providing 'em with hitsSo if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit
[Hook x8]
