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tony romo - trenchmafia lyrics

[chorus]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
sangue
(woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
okay, i’m just tryna roll up
i told that b*tch pick her phone up
si faccio ste lob, tony romo
been through so much sh*t, bet you don’t know*oh
baby i can’t miss, on god
tipa mi scrive “trench what’s up?”
ex dice “miss you”, but i can’t miss baby, h*ll nah
d*mn, baby è il trench code, if it’s too cold metto trench coat
non pioverà più, non so’ più broke
can’t stop scoring baby, let’s go
okay va fuori baby, è il mio show
non voglio handouts baby, h*ll no

[verse]
and i can already see you bitin’
tha*that’s why i keep sticks on go
okay doa, trench slidin’
triplo*triplo six b*tch, biden
ogni*ogni giorno money countin’
d*mn, troppi haters d*ckridin’ (yeah)
yeah, ima just break the bank like uzi
f*ck that b*tch, that was so stupid
okay, f*ck a condo, sh*t is so roothless
yeah, i keep a red dot on my toolie
[verse]
ion love these dumb b*tches, no no
f*ck them once, then i pass ‘еm to my bro
keep a stick cause that b*tch tryna give out my lo’
i got drip in my walk from my head to my toе
and you stupid if you think you taking my hoe
my lil n*gga walk round’ with a choppa lets go
and the money come to me wherever i go
trench season no backing out we run the world
yeah, i promised my n*ggas we’d run it up too
i don’t f*ck with math but my money obtuse
four b*tches on me thats two times two
hit a l!ck, do a dash in the mother f*ckin’ coupe
b*tch told me come pick her up, n*gga come scoop
red dot on his head like a mother f*ckin’ fruit
b*tch bad but she fed, ian f*ckin’ with you
she give good head n*gga, that is the truth
15, when i jumped off the mother f*ckin’ roof
16, when i called out the mother f*ckin’ troops
17, now im chillin’ with my mother f*ckin’ crew
anything that you say you could do, i could do

and you say you f*cked that b*tch, i f*cked that b*tch first
made her turn around, put that sh*t right in reverse
yeah i give these b*tches, no reason to flirt
go up to the top, lil b*tch ima flourish
[chorus]
(sangue)
okay, i’m just tryna roll up
i told that b*tch pick her phone up
si faccio ste lob, tony romo
been through so much sh*t, bet you don’t know*oh
baby i can’t miss, on god
tipa mi scrive “trench what’s up?”
ex dice “miss you”, but i can’t miss baby, h*ll nah
d*mn, baby è il trench code, if it’s too cold metto trench coat
non pioverà più, non so’ più broke
can’t stop scoring baby, let’s go
okay va fuori baby, è il mio show
non voglio handouts baby, h*ll no

and i can already see you bitin’
tha*that’s why i keep sticks on go

- trenchmafia lyrics

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