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trdee - huhhh lyrics

[intro]
i can’t, huh, i can’t hear you, bro, speak up, huh
sh+t be f+ckin’ with dee? h+ll nah, man
(jxckk just want a drink)
so you think you got the power, michael rainey, huh?
[?] feelin’ like [?] when he got the glock on him (huh?)
oh, you think you got the— (huh?)

[chorus]
oh, you think you got the power, michael rainey, huh?
you be tottin’, sendin’ bullets like tom brady, huh?
you a freaky b+tch ’cause you ain’t have no daddy, huh?
you gon’ blow that b+tch up if you get the addy, huh?
you took a lil’ l, it was detrimental, huh (it was)
you just got it off the lot, it’s not a rental, huh? (skrrt+skrrt)
you a cornball, malcolm in the middle, huh? (cornball)
you’ll send a stupid n+gga to the spittal, huh? (yop)
trdee be spittin’ fire like a dragon, huh? (yop)
oh, you at the gym, you tryna get a wagon, huh? (no cap)
only time you in the field is on madden, huh? (lame)
tryna make some n+ggas mad, i might come patek, huh?

[verse]
you f+cked another n+gga tryna make me mad, huh?
oh, you be out the way, just always in your bag, huh?
oh, you the one that went to riches from the rags, huh?
you used to window shop, but now you poppin’ tags, huh?
you used to be that n+gga back in school, you lame now
this b+tch so skinny, she could probably dodge a raindrop
she turned into a lame when she let a lame pop
i can’t control him, it’s like tryna make a train stop (bro, chill)
it feel like they’d rather see me at the bottom
i’m not cappin’ if i put it on my mama
i’m not a dj, so it’s f+ck you and your drama
i got a couple answers if it’s ever any problem
up the bl!ckie, oh, you talkin’ ’bout that glocky, huh?
you had a lil’ run and now you feelin’ c+cky, huh?
you went and got a chop and now you you talkin’ choppy, huh?
she speak some spanish, you gon’ make her call you papi, huh?
hurry up, your time tickin’, uno, dos, tres
heard they witness, then went missin’, they can close the case
i’m never stressin’ ’cause i know i have amazin’ grace
you know your team can never win if you don’t know your place
[chorus]
oh, you think you got the power, michael rainey, huh?
you be tottin’, sendin’ bullets like tom brady, huh?
you a freaky b+tch ’cause you ain’t have no daddy, huh?
you gon’ blow that b+tch up if you get the addy, huh?
you took a lil’ l, it was detrimental, huh (it was)
you just got it off the lot, it’s not a rental, huh? (skrrt+skrrt)
you a cornball, malcolm in the middle, huh? (cornball)
you’ll send a stupid n+gga to the spittal, huh? (yop)
trdee be spittin’ fire like a dragon, huh? (yop)
oh, you at the gym, you tryna get a wagon, huh? (no cap)
only time you in the field is on madden, huh? (lame)
tryna make some n+ggas mad, i might come patek, huh?

[outro]
oh, you think you got the power, michael rainey, huh?
you be tottin’, sendin’ bullets like tom brady, huh?
you a freaky b+tch ’cause you ain’t have no daddy, huh?
you gon’ blow that b+tch up if you get the addy, huh?
huh? huh?
huh? huh? (jxckk just want a drink)
huh? (thank you, gc)
oh, you think you got the power, michael rainey, huh?

- trdee lyrics

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