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lord $hredda – tropicana كلمات اغاني

sheesh, ha, lord, sheesh

[verse 1: lord shredda]
put a hater on watch, like a scented candle (mhmmmm)
tropicana, i got the juice like a spade (sheesh)
yellow b_tch wanna taste my banana, (oh no) show me your peach like you was from atlanta (atlanta)
i shoot my shot, pass me the hammer (oh no)
f_ck a b_tch with no props, no propaganda (oh no)
triple x films, like a p_rno camera (oh no)
she get me hard, ’cause i’m hard to handle (handle)
white little b_tch, call her cocoa (yeah, yeah)
get me that brain, i need low blows (blows)
hit her like boxing and get low blows (blows)
f_ck that b_tch, ’til she got no soul (oh no)
i had to give her my whole code (oh no)
she didn’t know i was so cold (oh no)
lowеrcase b_tches, have bad intеntions
always tryna’ be so bold (so bold)
i’m on my pogo, (yeah)
my name not bozo (yeah, yeah)
might get two for one, call it a bogo
with my woah’s on that lean (oh no)
this some good dope, i know so
lord blessed with the juice, (oh no)
she wanna taste of my fruit
i do my thing, she got a train
all aboard that lil’ caboose
[hook: lord shredda]
yeah, tropicana
ha, island dancer, (lord)
money tall, tower of babel (sheesh, sheesh)
i can’t hear your rambling
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch, (know that, know that)
got her on camera (on film)
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch
got her on camera (word up)
yeah, tropicana, (oh no)
ha, island dancer,(oh no)
money tall, tower of babel
i can’t hear your rambling
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch
got her on camera
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch
got her on camera

[verse 2: rtg]
kick that p_ssy that p_ssy got kicked ‘cross the room like a motherf_ckin’ spider with some legs (mhmmmm)
okay, that p_ssy got pits and the lead like the size of a leg (oh no)
look at the size of the lead (oh no)
think of .45 with one in the head
all of my brothers make bread
you play with they dome, n_gga ya’ dead
n_gga we [?] for the moment we leave ya’ ass red (yeah, yeah)
ya’ lady didn’t pack for the days i’ma leave her on read
i got a [?] for that b_tch she ride on my d_ck like a motherf_ckin’ pony (oh no)
oh you real hard by your homies? (oh no)
catch you boys out by yo’ lone (oh no)
i hit your b_tch with that rocket you n_ggas won’t test me you just as jabroni
pistol whip ya’ and leave a scar on ya’ face and the b_tches feeling like tony (oh no)
i got a b_tch from the island she wet like a coaster i ain’t talking bout [?] (oh no)
tropicana, island dancer, she be on camera she be like “record me”
[hook: lord shredda]
yeah, tropicana, (yeah, yeah)
ha, island dancer, (lord)
money tall, tower of babel
i can’t hear your rambling
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch
got her on camera
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch
got her on camera (word up)
yeah, tropicana
ha, island dancer
money tall, tower of babel
i can’t hear your rambling
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch
got her on camera
we made fl!cks, with yo’ b_tch
got her on camera

- lord hredda

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