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trdee - now you see me lyrics

[intro]
isn’t there another way? he’s just a boy
ice on ice (hey, celo, this sh+t crazy)
phew

[verse]
ice on ice, now you see me, jesse eisenberg
if you broke in this b+tch, then don’t say another word
lil’ bro ’bout that action, really he a walkin’ verb
she a bad b+tch to you, if it was me, she gettin’ curved
brodie snuck the glock in the party, f+cked the function up
i be only smokin’ ‘za, you smell it when i’m rollin’ up
you be actin’ like a kid, i wonder when you growin’ up
man, i used to care what they say, now i don’t givе a f+ck
used to dream ’bout the lifе i live, now i wake up to it
i can tell by how you hit the ‘wood that you goin’ through it
real n+gga ’cause i got it done and i ain’t wanna do it
catch me with a bad b+tch that be speakin’ spanish fluent
catch me if you can, on an island with that bad b+tch, tryna catch a tan
calm down, you sold a couple zips, you are not the man
f+ck the opps, i’m tryna dodge the irs like a ram
if you know, you know, but you be broke, so you don’t understand
you be f+cked up, know that feelin’, it ain’t good at all
i’ma go and get it all back if i lose it all
if you wanna know how to do it, you know who to call
man, y’all n+ggas be d+ck suckin’ like that sh+t the law
turn it up a notch
you know trdee the freshest, always crispy to the socks
man, you know that b+tch is easy, she ain’t blocked too many shots
you be giving 12 vibes, askin’ questions like a cop
oh, sh+t, he on that sh+t again
f+ck what you think, i’m the coldest out in michigan
f+ck what you think, i’m sub zero like who colder?
crazy how you hatin’ on a n+gga and you older (lame)
b+tch thought i was easy, she was sick when i ho’ed her
i’m a real baller, baby, everything hall of fame
wake up gettin’ fly everyday like i own the plane
you ain’t got no money but you wake up and get on the game
please do not include me with y’all ’cause we not the same
please do not tell me what to do, you ain’t did enough
leave that b+tch alone if she trippin’ over little stuff
i forgot my chains at the crib, i was in a rush
how is that your b+tch? she be sleepin’ with me like a plush
big time rush, ridin’ ’round with the windows down
gotta air it out ’cause this was a rental, we was smokin’ loud
in the deep end, you at the bottom of the food chain
you ain’t even sweet but you be talkin’ like you good gang
i should knock you off your high horse and really humble you
i ain’t even gotta beat your ass, that’s what scrumble do
now you see me, i remember when i was invisible
it’s a different feelin’ when you wake up feelin’ miserable
now i really probably got more money than your princ+p+l
who is trey dee? bro, you forgot to add a syllable (f+ck)
[outro]
trdee, ain’t gon’ keep sayin’ that sh+t, dawg
y’all n+ggas got me f+cked up
tired of y’all n+ggas playin’ with my top, man
sh+ttyboyz sh+t

- trdee lyrics

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