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lirik lagu chaka khan – trdee

[intro: trdee]
yeah, veeze flow, vezzo flow, whatever you wanna call it flow, man
know i snap on whatever
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: trdee]
touchdown, tyreek hill, you can catch me in yo city (touchdown)
n*ggas tryna copy me, i kinda feel like diggy (no cap)
touched ten a couple times, i’m tryna make my way to fifty (double up)
i feel like a ugly b*tch ’cause ain’t n0body f*cking with me (they can’t)
i don’t care about who hating, they gon’ hate me anyway (f*ck them)
bad b*tch get what she want, her birthday just like any day (bad b*tch)
and she balling on these hoes like she looked up to chelsea gray
finna bless her with this d*ck, shе on her knees just like she pray (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’ma sеnd him to his maker if he make me up the bl!ck (frrt)
i can’t bring bro around ’cause he in all kind of sh*t (god d*mn)
i can’t go nowhere without it, i live in the murder mitten (you hear?)
i don’t really f*ck with n*ggas ’cause these n*ggas counterfeit (they fake)
baby, i’m in love with money, you can’t have my heart (uh*uh)
n*gga talking ’bout he balling, he don’t even start (f*ck ’em)
boy, yo diamonds fake ’cause i don’t see ’em in the dark (where they at?)
she like, “i heard ‘waffle house,’ yo verse my favorite part” (for real?)
oh, you think you macho man? got glocky just for that (frrt)
statie get in front and, boy, stop talking ’bout you trap (shut the f*ck up)
back against the ropes, i still was swinging like a bat (fah, fah, fah)
they like, “why you call yourself the realest n*gga?”, i don’t cap (you hear me)
gangy dropped a four and now he leaning like a crooked smile (sh*t, sh*t)
oh no, i can never leave my brothers, i ain’t harry styles (i can’t)
swear to god, i did it by myself like i’m the only child
boy, my drip exclusive and my buffies white just like a cow
d*mn, i’m sick as h*ll he let the choppa sing like chaka khan
on miami beach, i took the doors off the rubicon
she just did some crazy sh*t, i’m looking down like, “you the one” (godd*mn)
you ain’t got no drip, what do i look like beefing with a bum?
[verse 2: babytron]
been rocking carti’ buffalos since rich ken dropped
5’11” with the f&n, i’m 6’10” now
striker out of futurama, boy, this b*tch bend blocks
f*cked around and scored a dub like i hit ten shots
might’ve caught some dust bunnies but the kicks deadstock
thought i bought some cream faygos, i just sipped red pops
seen the youngin had some money, made the b*tch bed rock
throw that vest in the dumpster, only hit headshots
when the gang step out, it look like all*star weekend
everybody good for thirty on the whole f*cking roster
it’s just me, myself, and i on that road, plus embosser
smell like fire at the jeweler, i just walked out hutch with water
after i grab giffies, out of indi to the windy city
popping fake p’s, you ain’t really out here getting litty
cut the traction, spin the ‘kitty, holy f*ck, i’m getting dizzy
sh*t, it’s right back to the basics, gotta take a trip to ypsi
yo salary, it’s on my pinky
who let you come out like that? sh*t, you looking rinky*d*nky
zaza, i’m smokin’ stinky
catch you out, can’t get a freebie
heard they locked him up a couple years and he was with a geechi
wes lang his homie, finna x games the stoly
it’s a dirty game, you might catch the refs playing goalie
why the f*ck they hating on me? why the f*ck they playing with me?
360 windmilling b*tches, no, i can’t just lay up with ’em (nope)
wax on the rig, i’m with my white boys (yeah)
touch down 414, i’m straight to hype boys (nyoom)
how you hottest out and i ain’t heard a slight noise? (not one)
you either broke or you rich, that’s a life choice (it is)
i got bad habits but i got good intentions
scam star, jugg man, i swear, his granny took her pension
bet not even look suspicious, take the belt, give ’em a whooping (spank ’em)
they tryna knock me off my pivot, f*cking up my footing
[outro: babytron]
sh*ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, long live $cams
what’s the deal, dee?

- trdee

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