Trauma Bond Lyrics – T.I.

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[Intro]
Why you hating? (Ayy)
We gon’ ball and parlay (Ayy)
Pop my s*it anyway (Ayy)
We gon’ shine in they face (Mr. Hanky)
Why you hating?

[Chorus]
They gon’ celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eating good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan
B!tches, they gon’ sweat a n!gga heavy like the sauna’s on
Drügs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son

We a one of one, n!gga, you a none of none
Me and mine ’til the end of time, it’s a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it’s me and mine ’til the end of time, it’s a trauma bond

[Verse 1]
This is a result of staying down, having it
Spreading s*it around like the ground, I’m adamant
Makе sure all of mine touching paper, I’m hands on
Cool on thеse lying ass b!tches like the fan on
Ain’t no back and forth, it’s up, it’s stuck
They on the internet, I’m pulling up
I still live in a world where you act like a girl
Real n!ggas just avoid ya, you sus, hm
I been lusting for these b!tches less and less
I see the pleasure ain’t as heavy as the stress
Ayy, listen, yeen getting busy in my city, you got s*itty luck
Pimp Squad, we been pimping hard from the giddy up

[Chorus]
They gon’ celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eating good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan
B!tches, they gon’ sweat a n!gga heavy like the sauna’s on
Drügs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, n!gga you a none of none
Me and mine ’til the end of time, it’s a trauma bond (Hahaha)

I say, it’s me and mine ’til the end of time, it’s a trauma bond

[Verse 2]
Can’t see you haters’ comments from up here where I’m at
Integrity is priceless, ain’t something that you can financ
otta kiss ass to make it? Then fu*k it, I’ll move to Thailand
Owe it to my fans, stay as solid as I can
These n!ggas, they be suckers for clicks, a b!tch for the algorithm
They momma ran the streets, she should’ve left they daddy with ’em
‘Cause now they out here being sassy with they mannerisms
D!ck pulling, tryna find out what a man will give ’em
Traded in your self respect for attention
N!gga traded in your morals for a mention
Made the sucker n!ggas hate us and real ones congratulate us
And the future generations celebrate us

[Pre-Chorus]
Why you hating? (Ayy)
We gon’ ball and parlay (Ayy)
Pop my s*it anyway (Ayy)
We gon’ shine in they face (Ayy)
Why you hating? (Ayy)
We gon’ ball and parlay (Ayy)
Pop my s*it anyway (Ayy)
We gon shine in they face (Ayy)
Why you hating?

[Chorus]
They gon’ celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eating good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan
B!tches, they gon’ sweat a n!gga heavy like the sauna’s on
Drügs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, n!gga you a none of none
Me and mine ’til the end of time, it’s a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it’s me and mine ’til the end of time, it’s a trauma bond

[Outro]
Why you hating? (Ayy)