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lirik lagu poole party – trdee

[intro]
(jxckk just want a drink)

[verse 1]
i just left the bay like jordan poole
it’s no “i” nowhere in team and you know the rule (you know that)
we went to the same school so he think we cool (we not)
fire on me, got that lava just like planet drool
you know this b*tch gon’ come in handy, always got my tool
remember when my sh*t was empty, now my pockets full
you know the streets don’t show no love, you better stay in school
the only time i’m ever cappin’ is on april fools (no cap)
the only time these n*ggas show you love is when you dead (d*mn)
you know these hoes don’t f*ck unless you got some bread
you talkin’ ’bout your period, well, let me get some head
all these hoes f*ckin’, really just depend on how you play it
you a commentator sittin’ watchin’ how i ball (lame)
i would hate us too if i was livin’ just like y’all
my b*tch be ballin’ on these b*tches, she ain’t even tall
bro, you need to hang up rappin’ like a tv on the wall
finna flood my neck, the jeweler like, “you tryna drown?” (d*mn)
if you run up in here, we gon’ paint you like a clown
i just got to boston, where the f*ck is jaylen brown?
i can’t even hear you, what i’m smokin’ very loud
f*ck the brakes, i can’t take my foot off the gas
took her on a date, i know you sick you ain’t smash
she ain’t go to college but she still got some class
think she let me f*ck because my whip very fast
got my own bag, f*ck a handout
he been lookin’ real bad, please help your mans out
team ballin’ like the fab five, it wasn’t planned out
heard your song, that sh*t was trash bag, what is you rappin’ ’bout?
hm, should i play the jordans? should i play the crocs?
you be havin’ fake beef, you don’t got no opps
if you talkin’ ’bout business, then we stand on top
and if you talkin’ ’bout money, i done got a lot
[verse 2]
run it back, i got some more sh*t i wanna say
i ain’t at the top yet, you know i’m on the way (i am)
used to ball but now you don’t, you like rudy g*y (what happened?)
i won’t work a job again, i don’t care what they pay (f*ck)
i’m tryna dodge the paparazzi and the irs (you hear me?)
i kind of feel like dj khaled, i be with the best
i leave the game and hit the gym, i don’t talk to the press
i’m really hopin’ that you show me you not like the rest (i hope)
i’m from the himalayas, b*tch, i’m really him (i’m really him)
i’m the last one to ever leave the gym (i be workin’)
i’m the one that always kept this sh*t together (i am)
y’all n*ggas weird, y’all be hatin’ on each other
like i don’t get it, how you hatin’ on your brother? (how?)
feel like a bowlin’ ball how i came from the gutter

[outro]
sh*ttyboyz, man, you know how we playin’ it
unf*ckwithable, could never f*ck with us, man
(jxckk just want a drink)

- trdee

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