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trdee - lyrical lemonade lyrics

[intro]
(313 mafia)
phew
flrrt, flrrt
(rocket, you’re so full of yourself)

[verse 1]
constipated+ass n+ggas full of sh+t (full of sh+t)
see me with his b+tch, boy, you know i hit (you know i hit)
f+ck whoever hating ’cause i’m really lit (f+ck ’em)
think i’m sweet and i’ma pop your ass like a zit
you ain’t got one bit of motion, boy, zip it (sh)
i ain’t even mean to break your heart, let me fix it (come here)
we be on the same type of time, come and kick it (come on)
i’ma have them get you just for actin’ like you with it (come here)

[chorus]
i’ve been ballin’ for a minute, might just need a gatorade
diamonds indepеndent, lookin’ like lyrical lemonadе
runnin’ from some bullets, he thought i was finna run his fade
i got qb vision, n+ggas thought that i ain’t see the play
‘za got me lookin’ just like lean, lean
everybody ball, it’s a team thing
cut into my b+tch, like, you need me? (you need me)
i’ll get it by myself if it’s need be
[verse 2]
i’ll really take his b+tch, he be actin’ like a ho
i’ll really up the stick, watch how everybody go
send lil’ brody on a hit, he like, “dee, it’s on the floor”
you ain’t even got a whip, always gotta call your bro
old broke boy (lame)
all white buffs, lookin’ like some dope, boy (buffs)
me and my b+tch laughin’ at you, you a joke, boy
stop tryna touch the glocky, it ain’t no toy (flrrt, watch out, flrrt)
moon rock got me on the moon (on the moon)
couldn’t see the whip that i was in, just heard it zoom
b+tch got bomb+ass p+ssy just like boom (sh+t)
i know he a b+tch ’cause he the loudest in the room
you the type of n+gga, never take one for the team (lame)
i’m the type of n+gga, really in your b+tch dreams (i am)
what type of n+gga treat these freak b+tches like a queen (the f+ck?)
n+ggas suckin’ d+ck like the hoes, is that a thing? (is that a thing?)
been sh+ttin’ on ’em, this ain’t nothin’ new (this not)
blue hundreds on me like my favorite color blue
if it was up, that mean it’s stuck, so i can’t f+ck with you (i can’t)
shooter hit him in his top and never leave a clue
i might take a trip to somewhere they could never find me
i can’t bring bro around ’cause he might do you slimy
i can’t go against the grain, not in my dna
i might send my b+tch to school to be a cna
[chorus]
i’ve been ballin’ for a minute, might just need a gatorade
diamonds independent, lookin’ like lyrical lemonade
runnin’ from some bullets, he thought i was finna run his fade
i got qb vision, n+ggas thought that i ain’t see the play
‘za got me lookin’ just like lean, lean
everybody ball, it’s a team thing
cut into my b+tch, like, you need me? (you need me)
i’ll get it by myself if it’s need be (i will)

- trdee lyrics

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