Whiff (feat. Traffic): accordi di
Trurebel Migs
Trurebel Migs

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Tonalità: Bb major
Intro 1
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I came a long way from the projects
Verse 1
I be the trilest shit I promise
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The promise child
A problem child
The kid is an indigo
Spit lyrical miracles
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Leave these fuckers in critical
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Cause dam age
The panic is panoramic
You shoulda ran with
Niggaz who know better
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then to clash with Cassius
When my cash is low
and slow like molasses
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I always know how to come
up the fastest
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Tote a burner
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I Turner murder your masters
Herding the masses
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Burgundy flaggin
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Nigga got su perior status
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Back in Graphics
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Shit get real graphic
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I’m still stackin’
I’m never lackin’
I’m always packin’
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These niggaz is always acting
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Always asking for niggaz to tax em’
I laugh at em’ and blast at em’
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Trash rappers and back packers
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It’s ash to ashes dust to dust
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Your run is up muffukas
So fuck is up
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Your pockets fat, nigga run that
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Your pockets fat, nigga run that
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
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We hitting big,
you feel them bills coming
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
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It’s Traffic bitch
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They calling me the mad rapper
These niggaz acting like they hard
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Yah some bad actors
Treat the game like the court
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This is ball practice
And I run my block
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Nigga Barry Sanders
Where I’m from the police
can’t stand us
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They’ll shoot you in in your back
Even when you put your hands up
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So don’t ask me why I run nigga
Cuz more then likely shit
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I probably had that gun nigga
Where I’m from it’s al
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ways raining
Ain’t no sun nigga
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The kids scared to play outside
Ain’t no fun nigga
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Grindin’ hard everyday
to get some funds nigga
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I got 1 fuckin daughter
And I got 6 mother fuck
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in sons nigga
I’m going hard for em’ all
I ain’t playing witcha
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I caught a whiff
I smell the money
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Then I come and getcha
I’m that type of nigga
that’s waiting in your kitchen
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Hop out like Oscar the grouch
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And then I get it
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Your pockets fat, nigga run that
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Your pockets fat, nigga run that
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
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We hitting big,
you feel them bills coming
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I caught a whiff,
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I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
My click a conscious costar Nostra
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Culture vultures
You over owe us
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If you approach us
It’s Hocus Pocus
Shit I’m so focused
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It’s like I mixed my potion
with ocean motions
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Your hoe is open
Hoping for me to stroke her
But I keep it flowing
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I’m wavy flowing
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Tunnel vision so vulgar
7 digits I hold
Cuz 7 figures the focus
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You could hold her and con sole her
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I just Run this locomotive
And smoke foes in a moment
And over throw em’
Yo
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The game is hopeless
Niggaz claiming they bang
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is jokers
Niggaz claiming they slang
is dopeless
Rappers rockin’ dresses chokers
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That world is over with
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Boulders crushing through that
O- zone layer shit
Dangerous
Better save your pennies when you
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praying to your savior kid
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I could split 11 layers
Lay it on your favorite
Labor like I’m slavin’ it
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Slain you for your bravery
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And cater to the panegyrists
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Payments on some major shit
Made some change
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The only thing that changed
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Was the paper
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And the way my neighbors live
Left the block
Now they calling Migs a paradox
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Unicorn to the flock
Megatron to the ops
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If a jackass wanna pop
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Meet pandora out the box
You could put me in a box
With the Biggies and the Pacs
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When the day a nigga drop
Cuz my shit will never stop
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Ima set up open shop
Fuck the politics and the critics
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We just spit it how we live it
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Just give it a minute nigga
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Your pockets fat, nigga run that
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Your pockets fat, nigga run that
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
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We hitting big,
you feel them bills coming
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I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
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I caught a whiff,
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I smell a lick coming
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I been overzealous
Living in the trenches
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Living reckless
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Catching wreck
And a record
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For mine
Niggas is in this
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We living to die
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Is it fulfilling to witness the blind
Leading the blind
Leave it behind
Niggas is fiendin'
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They needing supply
Seeing subpoenas
And sitting behind
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Bars in a prison
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And niggas are dy ing
Claiming you realer
My nigga you lying
Card Ima pull it
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Them bullets ill fly
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Pull on my trigger
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And raise up the crime
Bang for the set
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All my niggas ill ride
Nigga you hiii
Tryna take mine
Ima react in a minute
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And finish the business
Spinning in cycles
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Of killings
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On killings on killings on killings
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Fighting the feeling
This feeling it feel like I'm
fighting my demons
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Know it’s on sight when I see him
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I got the scoop on your re- up
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I got my sig with the beam on it
I got a conscious but need money
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Real talk I'm hungry
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Got yours
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I got mine
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It's on me
All day
Due time
We'll see
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Eye to eye
Take yours
Now it's mine
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It's my time

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