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on a boat - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(askaree on the beat)
sh*ttyboyz
ayy
on a boat with some bad b*tches drinking wine
stop playin’
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i’m on a boat with some bad b*tches drinking wine
and it’s lit, i seen a white b*tch just do a line
she wanna f*ck, i can tell, i can read minds
hit her with the “uhh [?]” hit it from behind
i wanna know is the ass fake or is it real
y’all should know we turned down, hmm, a couple deals
how much it cost, hmm, i probably spent a couple bills
i was broke, d*mn i used to have to pray for meals

[verse 1]
now i’m up, stay with chops like the navy seals
pieces fire got some [?] next to bradley beal
in my bag, i ain’t really been in my feels
n*ggas want smoke, pull up and shoot just call me “phil”
i sent a [?] not to make a b*tch come my way
the main b*tch the main reason i won’t get a bae
bro got a problem, pour a 4, then he sip away
pull up on a opp, drop a opp, then we get away
v came from cali’, but my b*tch came from mexico
belt got a m, but my pants came from tokyo
really in my duffy, got my pockets filled with piccolo
get her in the room, then break her walls cause [?] cold
bro we going to the top, ain’t no looking back
knock dawg out, look at his b*tch, what you lookin’ at?
n*ggas slide just to k!ll clouds, what you shootin’ at?
n*ggas swear they ballin’, lil bro where you hoopin’ at?
n*ggas switch, hoes fake, yeah i’m used to it
baby wanna see the roll, wanna thumb through it
the money really turned me on, imma run to it
don’t brag ‘bout that lil money cause we run through it
she told it’s her first time, told me take it slow
told bro what’s up there, he said it’s on the floor
i still reminiscing, seeing that note on the door
you just wanna drink henny, f*ck, chill and blow
i just facetimed my ex, like “i told you so”
don’t ask can you join the gang, cause i told you no
don’t ask can you stay the night, cause you gotta go
god came to me in a dream, said “i’m ‘bout to blow”
tron [?] in your bag you gotta stay in it
before i put it in her guts, i gotta play wit’ it
i think my [?] cause i lay wit’ it
i think stan married the glock, cause he stay wit’ it
sweatin’ in the store, paranoid that these n*ggas hit
alley*oop the b*tch, he slam dunk like he shawn kemp
walkin’ [?] who got a problem, checkin’ n*ggas temp’
b*tch i feel like tony when he sat and looked at the blimp
huh, yo ass a simp
you jumped in the deep end and became a shrimp
bro got a couple hoes and became a pimp
doggy bone took a l and became a wimp
clerk was a fan, walked out, i ain’t have to scam
got her own crib and a whip, she don’t need a man
[?] paid the bills and the food, i don’t gotta scam
[interlude]
sike, i was capping now bring me the closest ham
sike, i was capping now bring me the closest*
sike, i was capping now bring me a*
b*tch

[verse 2]
i’m on a boat with some bad b*tches drinking wine
tell your boy catch up, he running out of time
baby tell me where you from, baby what’s your sign
oh you f*ck with broke n*ggas, no i’m not your kind
oh we got another hater, told him get in line
n*ggas throwin’ shades on tryna stop our shine
just because you know tron, you are not my slime
n*gga i ain’t been the same since kobe died (r.i.p. kobe)

[outro]
(askaree on the beat)
n*gga i ain’t been the same since kobe died
i’m on a boat with some bad b*tches drinking wine
b*tch, b*tch

- trdee lyrics

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