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trdee - final boss lyrics

[intro]
sbdsm
(ayy, celo, this sh+t crazy)
sbdsm
sbdsm, sbdsm, sbdsm, sbdsm, dsm, dsm (jxckk just want a drink)

[verse 1]
try me if you want, you lookin’ at the final boss
get her what she want ’cause it don’t matter what it cost
unky really had the block jumpin’ just like terrence ross
i’ma charge it to the game every time i take a loss
i’ma level up and leave the past where it’s at
touch one of mine, we on his head like a hat
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas, leave ’em hangin’ like a bat
i’m just manifestin’, d+mn, my pockets always stay fat
always ten toes, stand taller, far from nothin’
i don’t got no timе for no games, are we f+ckin’? (lеt me know)
i could wake up and really take a trip to london
i’m goin’ to the top and only real n+ggas comin’ (come on)
where i come from, the strong ones who survive
another twenty+four, thank god i’m alive
beat it up, left my kids on her like a slide
more money than your daddy, i’m not even twenty+five
she a freak, i’ma slide in her like a crop
reachin’ for a chain quickest way to get you popped
imaginary beef, you ain’t even got an opp
n+ggas take you out the game when they tryna take your spot (d+mn)
fam’ want a pic, i’m just tryna get some groceries
out in la, they treat a n+gga just like kobe
always had drip, i never had a pair of roshes
let me clutch my glocky ’cause he starin’ like he know me
f+ck is that, dog?
[verse 2]
sh+t, f+ck, chopper spittin’ just like triple+h
they like, “dee, you eatin’ good, you ain’t missed a plate”
that’s because i’m always workin’ and it’s f+ck a break
wish all stop the d+ck suckin’ but i’ll miss the hate
like who gon’ motivate me to keep goin’ hard?
i’m really just like tom brady, you just like brett favre
you can quote me on this sh+t, i feel like ghandi
no, i won’t f+ck her if she got a hundred bodies
i’m straight on that
straight to the bag when i open up my eyes
i be deep in my bag like i’m tryna get some fries
bro really always on some sh+t like some flies
couple n+ggas probably hate you, but show love to the skies
what you grindin’ for? could be close, keep goin’
days lookin’ sunny, i remember it was pourin’
baby got a fatty but i swear she’s so borin’
he don’t even know it’s more to the game than just scorin’
d+mn, i feel like charmin, i was made for this sh+t (get it?)
no, i did not punch him, man, i paid for this sh+t
got her on her knees, she gon’ pray to the d+ck
think i’m finna get a stock, the ar got some kick
speakin’ of kick, i probably had your b+tch news
back when hoes used to really choose off the trues
now all you gotta do is probably have a couple blues
onlyfans be the only the career they could choose
[outro]
like stop playin’, i know you got that ’cause that’s your last resort, you really f+cked up (jxckk just want a drink) (ayy, celo, this sh+t crazy)
nah, i’m talkin’ sh+t
ayy, ayy, ayy
sh+ttyboyz

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