Lil Durk – True Lyrics

Lil Durk – True Lyrics
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    "True." - Lil Durk

    Album: Lil Durk 2X (Deluxe)
    Track No: 09
    Lit, no cig, clean Sprite mixed with no lean
    (Aight, L, how you did your guy?)
    We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it (True)
    Clean Sprite, put some lean in it (True)
    A rock star's got some G's in it (True)
    Real killers, they don't leave witness (True)
    Tax season, boy, your car rented (Yo)
    Bitch, you boostin', you got no bets
    Call my shooters, they got no limits (L, L, true)
    I'm just rockin' in my true religious
    Got a Glock with a beam
    Bada-boom, bada-bing
    Ops not on a thing
    We need some real big rings
    Netflix and chillin', watchin' Narco
    And my cup, the color Harpo
    Got fifty in his cargo
    Used to sit and watch my car door
    Valet asked me how to park those
    I'm scannin' **** like a barcode
    Fake designer, that's a no-no
    We rockin' rollies, fuck a jo-jo
    We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
    Clean Sprite, put some lean in it (True)
    A rock star's got some G's in it (True)
    Real killers, they don't leave witness (True)
    Tax season, boy, your car rented (Yo)
    Bitch, you boostin', you got no business
    Call my shooters, they got no limits (L, L, true)
    I'm just rockin' in my true religious
    Money got me Bowflexin'
    Ball man, no Paris
    Pussy 'bout to get the message
    Before I have my youngins stressin'
    I told 'em I'ma turn up all the
    Killed his ass, be one up on him
    We hawk 'em down, we run up on 'em
    His Tweets said he keep 'em on him
    I'll just call another rapper
    My **** know that I be trappin'
    To the streets, I'm so adapted
    Fuck the state, they took my rappy
    We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it (True)
    Clean Sprite, put some lean in it (True)
    A rock star's got some G's in it (True)
    Real killers, they don't leave witness (True)
    Tax season, boy, your car rented (Yo)
    Bitch, you boostin', you got no business
    Call my shooters, they got no limits (L, L, true)
    I'm just rockin' in my true religious

    Writer(s): Durk Banks & Sonny Uwaezuoke.

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