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trdee - candy freestyle lyrics

[intro]
sh+t, sh+t
sh+ttyboyz

[verse]
my b+tch bad, d+mn, i feel like tom holland (b+tch bad)
i done came off the dome like i’m freestylin’ (sh+t)
n+ggas ain’t no competition, let’s just be honest
she just pulled up with her friends and i’m glad i got the finest (thank god)
always hard to find if you lookin’, i’m like nemo (where he at?)
i just left the bank, it look like i left the casino (cha+ching)
baby, i need you like i’m from sydney, need a hero
i’ma be an old n+gga, still ballin’, f+ck bingo
glasses cartier, the buffaloes got me feelin’ nice
it’s gon’ be a time to take the gamble and just roll the dice
i can cashin’ out, but back then, it was overpriced
in the bed, she turn into a demon, she my poltergeist
in and out her life, she call me daddy, i’ma play the part
should’ve went to hutch, boy, could see my sh+t in the dark
he gon’ die thinkin’ he can slide, no, this ain’t no park
i just had to cut into my b+tch like don’t you even start
on the west coast, they show me love (what up?)
it do hit different when you got it out the mud (it do)
i just touched down, tryna run into a plug (where he at?)
put it on the floor like mulatto or a rug
man, i cannot wait until that rollie on my left wrist
put it in her face and she gon’ eat it like some breakfast
i’ma ball on you then check you off my checklist
i can’t even bring bro around, he too reckless
playin’ ’bout my bread, pop up on him like some toast
diamonds shinin’ like the sun on the west coast
i’m humble ’cause i can’t forget when i was dead broke
i cracked your b+tch like i was tryna get her egg yoke (d+mn)
they do not compete when you one of the greats
don’t care ’bout what you sayin’, don’t want no pink in my steak
you know you not gon’ get nowhere if all you do is hate (you not)
i heard he gave up, it was too much on his plate (d+mn)
woke up, smokin’ ‘za late night, early morning
pulled down my phone, she turned ’round like you be ‘cordin’ (yop)
h+ll yeah, b+tch, you know i ball, michael jordan (i ball)
remember back then thinkin’ like, “can i afford it?”
i can’t remember last night, it was all a blur (uh)
we can skip the small talk, whatever you prefer
i can teach you how to ball like i’m steve curr’ (okay)
you don’t like these n+ggas, baby, me neither (i don’t)

- trdee lyrics

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