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Tone Trump
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Get Got
(Hook)
All that frontin' in the sun boy
You be get got
All that hating and faking boy
You be get got
You don't show the hood love
You be get got
'Round here you get it real
You be get got
(Verse)
Welcome to Phillie nigga you can get got
All the frontin' on the net nigga you can get shot
Home invasions nigga running in your crib
Four niggers messed up they bring it where you live
Gun to your wife while they tieing up your kids
Nigga selling they soul tryin' to make it in this bizz
Not me that's why I'm running with the realest
Top notch, it's the world getting money with the killers
They pride why him I know my niggers gonna spill this
This ain't for the radio,nigga this for the dealer shit
This for the shooters, the shakers and the movers
I'm Mr. les wens so it's sure ain't for the loosers
(Hook x2)
All that frontin' in the sun boy
You be get got
All that hating and faking boy
You be get got
You don't show the hood love
You be get got
'Round here you get it real
You be get got
(Verse)
Nigga don't get got, get pop get shotin'
Get half of the sinners blocking get drop
My heart pure and silent like my wrist watch
As you throw in that bag and literally sit back
Like one for the coke ,runners and gunners
Single that I listen summer doing flip on numbers
Hanky fitting on my head wouldn't find travel
You ain't gotta ask for when I'm coming at you
Harlem up town rapper minute man hustler
I burn rubber the 2'20 on the dusha dusher
You niggers is suckers
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And I'm such a different type motherfucker
Fuck fucking I just say fuck yeah
Real niggers rep mills so I wrapped up
Trump said I gotta join force
I told him let's split
How you all playa' you know how I do
Don't make me send my slimes
And we'll show you that you're toppin'
(Hook x2)
All that frontin' in the sun boy
You be get got
All that hating and faking boy
You be get got
You don't show the hood love
You be get got
'Round here you get it real
You be get got
(Verse)
These real people give me high five
Shawty's kiss, sitting in their dorms
They all know me on their ipod
Gangstas claiming doing drive-bys in
Come on give me chewie with no hands call it wifi
Why would you ever run a tri,I for O
Dollar bro a holla tell you bye bye
If I put the silencer, on a .40 calibur
Hope you hear what's good, then you die
One who can't bury better carry on me and Tone
'Cause we running city nigga brush street marathon
Brand new flow,fresh new era on
Bin Laden beard, Donald Trump bow
(Hook x2)
All that frontin' in the sun boy
You be get got
All that hating and faking boy
You be get got
You don't show the hood love
You be get got
'Round here you get it real
You be get got
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