Xelatho, GGC & Aldo G. Baby - No Rumors

Truth in the Booth Be da Label
We ain't listenin' no Rumors
Bad Bitch Karma Sutra
We hittin' it in every angle
She want me to eat her
She diggin my future
She want me to tutor
Yeah, eat it up!
Pour up a 4' and I slow it down
But baby gone pick it up
I know that they seeing us
The three of us

Yea, yea, yea
They reach out for hugs
We turnt and we stoned
Blowing out smoke
My veins stay on froze, she can catch a cold
Wiping her nose Yea! Yea! Huh!
That's blood on her clothes
A delicate rose, looking for love
Searching for more
Out on the road
Uh-Yeah
This life took a hold
It's a slippery slope but I swear we won't fold
We thicker than gold
Just look at my glo'
Look at my wrist
I'm ready to go

I dont give a fuck what you sayin (I dont Care)
No time for a nuisance (I don't got no time)
This is the life that I live
Turn up on a Tuesday
Everything Gucci
Ball like hoopers
Everything smoother now
Truthintheboothbedalabel
Aint nothing cooler than that
Ion never trust no rat
Run it fast
And hustle back
Everything I have
I worked for that
Truthintheboothbedalabel (aye)
What's the word on that?
Truth is I was born for that
Get me ima get you back
Truth is I was born for this (I was born for this shit)
You guys need to work on it (work on that shit)
Truth told I dont need no bitch (ion need you boo)
Truth told I love this shit
They say that they hate this shit (of course)
Truth told they bang this shit!
Aye but fuck it
To the label they loyal
Got drive like toyota
Married to the game
This bitch is my mistress
Got cake like hostess
Bitch go both ways
She love the mimosas
She hit me she local
Tell me something that I dont know
Truthintheboothbedalabel
She made the quota

Written by:
Xelatho, GGC & Aldo G. Baby

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