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Confessions Video (MV)




Performed By: T-Rey
Language: English
Length: 1:53
Written by: Robert Lewis




T-Rey - Confessions Lyrics
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Get the bag
Get the Crib
Get the bitches, get lit
Got too many problems, man I can't think shit
Nigga's tryna diss my come up, like I can't get lit
Working my ass off, so a nigga made it
Got my fans turning up
Got them bands rolling up
With my day ones and we all coming up
Got some nigga's dissing
Got my opps all missing
I'm tryna reach the top like my idols, no dissin'
Got some bands, now we all stacking checks
Big racks, shout out, now we up next
If a nigga dissing, pull up with the tech
Pop two xans, I don't even need no rest
With my niggas and we chilling in the Benz
Nigga's be fake like whose this mans
All these f*cking opps, but they just my fans
Tryna tell me what to do and what I just can't
Sniping these nigga's got me feeling like Durant
Only got family, I got no friends
Nigga's can't tell me, I'm the man
I'm tryna reach the top, that's just the plan
Get the bag
Get the Crib
Get the bitches, get lit
Got too many problems, man I can't think shit
Nigga's tryna diss my come up, like I can't get lit
Working my ass off, so a nigga made it
Got my fans turning up
Got them bands rolling up
With my day ones and we all coming up
Got some nigga's dissing
Got my opps all missing
I'm tryna reach the top like my idols, no dissin'
That's my confession
Yeah
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Get the bag
Get the Crib
Get the bitches, get lit
Got too many problems, man I can't think shit
Nigga's tryna diss my come up, like I can't get lit
Working my ass off, so a nigga made it
Got my fans turning up
Got them bands rolling up
With my day ones and we all coming up
Got some nigga's dissing
Got my opps all missing
I'm tryna reach the top like my idols, no dissin'
Got some bands, now we all stacking checks
Big racks, shout out, now we up next
If a nigga dissing, pull up with the tech
Pop two xans, I don't even need no rest
With my niggas and we chilling in the Benz
Nigga's be fake like whose this mans
All these f*cking opps, but they just my fans
Tryna tell me what to do and what I just can't
Sniping these nigga's got me feeling like Durant
Only got family, I got no friends
Nigga's can't tell me, I'm the man
I'm tryna reach the top, that's just the plan
Get the bag
Get the Crib
Get the bitches, get lit
Got too many problems, man I can't think shit
Nigga's tryna diss my come up, like I can't get lit
Working my ass off, so a nigga made it
Got my fans turning up
Got them bands rolling up
With my day ones and we all coming up
Got some nigga's dissing
Got my opps all missing
I'm tryna reach the top like my idols, no dissin'
That's my confession
Yeah
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Writer: Robert Lewis
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