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trdee & babytron - blah blah blah lyrics

[intro: trdee]
(enrgy made this one)
blah+blah+blah

[chorus: trdee]
blah+blah+blah, shut the f+ck up
oh, you took a l? n+gga, so what?
opp got dropped, time to pour up
b+tch act her shoe size, need to grow up
i got me a new pack, it’s time to roll up
how the f+ck are you a scammer? you ain’t never load up
i think it’s crazy how she hop on top of it and go nuts
heard the song you dropped last week, you for sure suck
weak+ass
[verse 1: trdee]
she don’t post her n+gga, you can always send a shot at her
in the h+llkitty, i’m just tryna make her kitty purr
saw her in another n+gga likes, i know yo feelings hurt
you might think we fighting ’til you getting popped just like a perc’

[verse 2: babytron]
head nod to my shooter, that’s the okie+dokiе
cuddy dancing on the work, he d+mn near did thе hokey pokey
took his watch and had him curling up, sh+t, that’s a rollie pollie
cathedral ceilings in the crib, sh+t, holy moley
skating in the zo1, might f+ck around and tre flip it
sn+tch the h+rns up off a buffalo, i’m in here weight lifting
guava gelato to the brain, i feel my face twitching
why the f+ck he reach for the chain? he must be ‘caine sniffing
twenty k in plastic if we talking ’bout my jugg days
brown louis sneakers, match the drakey with the wood grain
all this stepping, need a d+mn rest, i got some foot pain
life not a game, you can’t choose when you push play
where the opps at?

[verse 3: trdee]
why yo team ain’t eating like it’s ramadan?
if i ain’t the realest n+gga then i’m borderline
i just sparked me up some oppy, man, i’m more than fried
i’ma blow and shock the whole world like when kobe died
backshots had her yelling like yo mama mad at you
seen yo roll, only thing that i could do is laugh at you
we tryna finish the mission, met him at the hospital
you be hating on your own n+ggas, i can’t rock with you
[verse 4: babytron]
four of wockiki make the pop fizzle
this ain’t battleship, i pop out? you can’t dodge missiles
hunnid zombie tips, boy, if i miss, you must have god with you
big fully auto sh+t and we got pistols
getting paid off my voice like i’m warren buffett
y’all was out here hitting all rim, we was scoring buckets
getting up, back then i was too short to dunk it
seen him out in public, doggy got to forrest gumping

[outro: babytron]
blah+blah+blah, shut the f+ck up
pop+pop+pop if you run up
blah+blah+blah, shut the f+ck up
blah+blah+blah, shut the f+ck up
blah+blah+blah, shut the f+ck up
pop+pop+pop+pop if he run up
with yo’ dumbass

- trdee babytron lyrics

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