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c blu & set da trend - treeshes & babas lyrics

[intro: c blu & set da trend]
gang (is this glvck?)
c blu
grahh

[chorus: c blu]
i got treeshes and babas, they drivin’ the boat (what?)
while i hit from the back, yeah, they call me the goat (grahh, grahh)
when i step in the party, they givin’ me throat (what?)
baddies on me and they like how i feel
she callin’ me, “bae”, and i tell her to chill
don’t want to cuff, i just went to k!ll
jo with me, he itchin’ to steal
you try to play, get you popped like a pill (bow)
we still on the block when it’s time for the drill
don’t show remorse, we ready to k!ll
if he don’t got the chop, he gеt hit with the wheels, uh, what?
he don’t got the chop, hе get hit with the wheels
all of my n+ggas, they stay in the field
in the field like i’m wick, i’m shootin’ to k!ll
babas, they like me, they say that i’m chill
but please do not try me, ’cause blood will get spilled, huh (gang)
but please do not try me, ’cause blood will get spilled
i feel like i’m luca, i’m shootin’ to win (i’m shootin’ to k!ll)

[verse 1: c blu]
last opp was lackin’, got flocked in his chin
all of my ‘ooters, they ready to drill
once in the head, now i’m ready to spin
ma said she love me, she pray for my sins
brodie said, “stop, i got ways to get rich
just get you a tdl [?] and we lit”
these babas, they on me, they likin’ my drip (what?)
she said that she feelin’ my swag
i’m whippin’ this foreign 220, i pray it don’t crash
brodie in the back, he grippin’ the strap
he see the opps and you know he gon’ blast
blowin’ the .40, go, “glllta, baow”
thottie on me ’cause she see all this cash
she drivin’ the boat while she shakin’ that ass, gang, huh (what?)
she drivin’ the boat while she shakin’ that ass
what, c blu, gang (gang)
[chorus: c blu]
i got treeshes and babas, they drivin’ the boat (what?)
while i hit from the back, yeah, they call me the goat (grahh, grahh)
when i step in the party, they givin’ me throat (what?)
baddies on me and they like how i feel
she callin’ me, “bae”, and i tell her to chill
don’t want to cuff, i just went to k!ll
jo with me, he itchin’ to steal
you try to play, get you popped like a pill (bow)
we still on the block when it’s time for the drill
don’t show remorse, we ready to k!ll
if he don’t got the chop, he get hit with the wheels, uh, what?
he don’t got the chop, he get hit with the wheels (dummy)
all of my n+ggas, they stay in the field
in the field like i’m wick, i’m shootin’ to k!ll
babas, they like me, they say that i’m chill
but please do not try me, ’cause blood will get spilled, huh (gang)
but please do not try me, ’cause blood will get spilled
i feel like i’m luca, i’m shootin’ to win (i’m shootin’ to win)

[verse 2: set da trend & c blu]
two, three shots, .32 gon’ hit ’em
ain’t from my side, you get turned to a victim
mali pop out with the stick, get to blitzin’
he tried to run, he was mad kay tripped ’em
free all my ‘ooters locked up in the system
poppin’ these perkies, they help with the healin’
naz keep cl!ckin’, he ain’t got no feelings
spin thru the hill, we ain’t hittin’ civilians
chii, he with me, swervin’ thru the rain
roll up the dummy, smoke ’em to the face
ek, he gang, but never put in pain (what?)
jo, he with me, shootin’ from close range (bow)
yo c blu, let that sh+t bang (grahh, grahh, grahh)
oh, that’s the opps? hollows to his brain
if he jackin’ pnv, then we sn+tchin’ his chain
few shots on the sev, that’s [?]
talk on the net, better dig up your grave, what, n+gga
if he talk on the net, better dig up a—
[chorus: c blu]
i got treeshes and babas, they drivin’ the boat (what?)
while i hit from the back, yeah, they call me the goat (c blu)
when i step in the party, they givin’ me throat (what?)
baddies on me and they like how i feel
she callin’ me, “bae”, and i tell her to chill
don’t want to cuff, i just want to k!ll
jo with me, he itchin’ to steal
you try to play, get you popped like a pill (bow)

[outro: c blu, set da trend]
huh (dummy), you try to play, get you popped like a pill
huh, what
dummy, gang, gang, gang
trendy, everything, gang, gang, gang, n+gga
smokin’ dummy right now n+gga, you know what the f+ck i do
reyway ent. n+gga, rey hundred n+gga, reyway the f+ck up n+gga
you jackin’ reyk, get shot in your face, you know what the f+ck i’m on
you know how i boom n+gga
dummy, smokin’ lotti too, n+gga
suck my d+ck

- c blu set da trend lyrics

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