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lirik lagu mvp – trdee

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
sh*t
n*ggas always trippin’, man
(d*mn, jakesand)
sbdsm, sbdsm

[verse]
let me tell you somethin’, i’m definition of a goat
kinda like youngboy, a n*gga never goin’ broke
her ass fat as f*ck, i really love to watch her leave
exotic smoke fillin’ up my lungs make it hard to breathe
scam this, scam that, you a noob
why the h*ll you actin’ like a b*tch? you a dude (lame)
i only text her when i’m in the mood
she pull up and play with my stick like it’s pool (ayy)
i can’t conversate unless money the discussion
why this b*tch tryna tempt me like i’m david ruffin
like the parеnts came home, i’ll clear thе function
i was really on some chill sh*t, how we end up f*ckin’?
i was up before you tryna get it in
think she bad, michael jackson, but she not a ten
thought he was turnt, i had to tell him he not turnt enough
kinda feel like the slaughter zone, they can’t f*ck with us
chopsticks spit faster than busta rhymes
doggie told on his mans, he couldn’t do the time (ham)
f*ck gettin’ stitches, you gon’ get a couple slugs
only time you really on that is off a couple drugs
only time i ever trip is when i take a trip
touchdown without a bag, go and grab a ‘fit (let’s get it)
why the f*ck you like my b*lls? always on my d*ck
if jake and danny on the beat, you know that b*tch a hit
locked in, man, i’m in the zone, don’t say sh*t
thinkin’ i’m a b*tch, i up that b*tch and let it spray quick
hit him in his top and his dome, man, rip
i’m a sh*tty boy, that mean i’m ballin’ ’til i d*i*e
you a cornball, man, i know that in these hoes, too
i’m the last level top boss you gotta go through
you be really out here lookin’ lost, i could coach you
who the f*ck f*ckin’ with us? i can’t name no group
[?] because that’s what my future lookin’ like
i hope you know you gettin’ left if you don’t do it right
in the past, baby, don’t turn into history
i’m a sh*tty boy ’cause i be sh*ttin’, not literally
i’ma tell you once, not twice, better listen up
cute broke b*tch probably think that i’ma fix her up
i’m not the one but am the one, you won’t get it, though
i ain’t put my hands on your girl but i hit the ho
i ain’t fall off yet and i never will (no)
n*ggas get in the booth, never in the field
they put your mans on a tee, go and get a k!ll
you a lame*ass n*gga, wonder how that feel
that’s why you stay depressed and steady fightin’ demons
where the h*ll you at? i need it, i’ve been fiendin’ (where you at?)
i can’t trust no b*tch that’s breathin’
[?], now i’m mvp of the season
most n*ggas really out here cappin’, you can’t cap to me
all this talk on this dog sh*t but you ain’t got a g
talkin’ like you the big dog, but you little bro
heard the opposition at the party, i’ma still go
tryna turn it up and turn a n*gga white tee red
feel like bon jovi ’cause these n*ggas want me dead
i don’t get ready, stay ready, one in the head
pulled up with her friend, d*mn, i’m tryna f*ck her instead
[outro]
sh*t
sh*t, f*ck
sh*t, f*ck, d*mn
b*tch
sbdsm, sbdsm

- trdee

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