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trdee - rhude lyrics
[intro: trdee]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
sh_ttyboyz sh_t, man, we unf_ckwithable, man, they can’t f_ck with us, you been knew that
yop (rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
ayy (d_mn, jakesand)
[verse 1: trdee]
if this lil’ b_tch want some clout, then i’m gon’ put her on a cam
i don’t got time for these hoes, man, i be spinnin’ like a fan
man, i wish a n_gga would, ’cause we gon’ fry him like a pan
what’s understood you don’t explain, f_ck them if they don’t understand
you don’t understand the journey that i took to get to here
i know bro’ll catch a body in this b_tch just like he cheer
man, i’m scared of goin’ broke, i think that that’s my only fear (no cap)
in here lit of casamigos, you know i don’t drink no beer
i don’t sip no wockiana, they sleep on me like they do
let me see an opp out, we gon’ make it rain like we at [?]
n_ggas really make one song and get to lyin’ in the booth
it was just me and your b_tch, bro, we was flyin’ in a coupe (skrrt_skrrt)
all white buffs just like the bandgang (white)
i’ma beat it like she stole somethin’, break the bed frame (come here)
i don’t even know why n_ggas talkin’, they ain’t up enough
came a long way, a long time when i was low [?]
fell down and then i got back up, i feel like craig
can’t believe you call this b_tch your b_tch, she gave me head
i know that i got these n_ggas sick, wishin’ me dead
used to punch the clock, now i make money in the bed
used to give a f_ck but now i don’t, think that’s a great decision
i been ballin’ so much, i think that i could’ve been a piston
sick as f_ck i had to cut her off, i wish she would’ve listened
too bad i ain’t into chasin’ hoes, i’d rather run up digits (bye, ho)
run into the bag, i’ve been tryna chase my soulmate
why you cuff that b_tch? i’m in her mouth just like some colgate
i can never cuff her, i just hit that ho from time to time
know i can’t complain, it could be worse, man, i’ve been doin’ fine
[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
lost so many n_ggas, rest in peace and free the ones locked
work inside the trap and see more sticks here than a gun shop
ej trippin’, he just [?] serial, now it’s a dirty chop
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no band when i say we rockin’ out
i ain’t surfin’ crowds, let my swag do the surfin’
heard them n_ggas said my name, he must’ve took a bad perc (what’s wrong with him?)
but i ain’t really worried, this big chopper do him dirty
every n_gga that be with me shooters, call me steph curry
think he good in the hood, you know his p_ssy ass ain’t smooth
i just poured a four of wock, excuse me if i’m bein’ rude
think i’m trippin’, gotta hit the crib and grab another ‘fit
’cause if i roll another blunt, might burn a whole in his roof
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