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thursday at truth - trdee & babytron lyrics

[intro: trdee]
huh

[verse 1: trdee]
it’s thursday, i’m at the club only for the lamb
are you a action replay? then put her on the cam
i heard yo gang a bunch of burgers and yo b*tch a ham
i don’t even like this shirt, i bought it ’cause i can
even with my glasses off i can see the fakes
they just wanna try to stop me, hate come with breaks
but i’ma live it up until i see the gates
told him this what happened, i was hurt that they ain’t have faith
she can’t stay mad because i take her on a shopping spree
something ’bout the fame always make the hoes flock to me
said her hеad was fire, i was driving, had to stop and see
opps good at catching ’cause i swear thеy never dropping me
timbs on, off the joggy they can tell i’m from the mitt
politicking ’bout some money, never beefing ’bout a b*tch
y’all can have the tough sh*t, i would rather get us rich
got it off the hams, i ain’t never had to sell a brick
i can’t even leave the crib if it ain’t about no cheese
i be running through that money, boy, that sh*t a breeze
if you play yo role right then you shall receive
a couple purses and some hair if you say please
i think i wanna paint yo face, baby, say cheese
i think a cop got behind us, baby, take these
god, f*ck these fake n*ggas, why you make these?
don’t give yo heart to me, girl, i break these
[verse 2: babytron]
it’s thursday, i’m at the club with a dub on me
off*white letterman, i bet she try and rub on me
gave her good d*ck, now she always tryna hug on me
walking in her crib, she jumped on me, d*mn near humped on me
bro a drankhead, high as h*ll, got, one more time
i mean bro a drankhead, he talking ’bout he need one more line
[?] and some [?] in the ‘wood, b*tch, this jumbo size
it’s some members ’round me, this so janky, better tuck yo ice
squaring up ain’t a bright idea if you love yo life
feel like tyrone, i come through horsing, i might f*ck yo wife
turned in twenty jacks, my arabs came in clutch tonight
at mr. corned beef, told ’em make sure the mustard light
you grabbing petty punches, i get fire off of onion sites
nike joggy stuffed with dog sh*t, i ain’t running light
shout*out vez, riding down the 6, double cup on ice
i might put you on the first team if yo jumper nice
first class itch, think i’m finna go and jump on flights
answering my b*tch call like, “you know you bugging, right?”
feel like rondo, got a rocket tucked in these number nines
popped out my cocoon, now i’m flyer than a b*tterfly

- trdee babytron lyrics

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