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trdee - shot clock cheese lyrics

[intro]
phew

[chorus]
to tell the truth, i’m really smoother than chris
turn on that trdee, i bet they be like, “who is this?” (who is this?)
all this ice on me, who cooler than this?
i pass bro the ball, but he ain’t give me my assist (d+mn)
you don’t get it, i’m talkin’ to a brick wall
lil’ n+gga ballin’, used to want to be like chris paul
don’t call me, if i text you, i get p+ssed off
takin’ off, but i don’t think they ready for the lift off

[verse]
i bet i come out if they throw me in the hunger games
all i got is hundreds on me, i ain’t got no f+ckin’ change
why you talkin’ ’bout the struggle like you know the pain?
bro buffed up, still shootin’, look likе desmond bane
i asked him what hе tryna do, he told me catch a stain
first watch i’m comin’ bustdown, i don’t want it plain
i got bucks, bro, you know my favorite player dame
used to this sh+t, i’m straight facin’ when i win the game
boy, i been had it, you a christmas noob
bad b+tch just like ice spice, d+mn, she in her mood
do you know who you talkin’ to? search me on the ‘tube
yappin’, always talkin’ like you him but you are not that dude
don’t even turn me up, i’m just like mamba when i’m activated
always high and fly like i’m just really out here levitatin’
lookin’ for a handout, where the f+ck you get your education?
n+gga tried to cross me so i come in ’cause of hesitation
i feel like raven, i can see the future too
boy, you broke as f+ck out here, don’t tell me it ain’t sh+t to do
i can front you what you need, just hope that you ain’t rollin’ poo
i’ma pop him like a baja blast, i’m tottin’ mountain dew
chopper loud just like a buzzer beater, this that shot clock cheese
and it’s lookin’ like big mama ’cause she got some double ds
i’ma always stand on business, i ain’t never coppin’ pleas
i might pull up with the buffies and my b+tch got double cs
i might stumble, i might trip but i ain’t never fallin’ off
all these racks all in my pocket, they be stuffed just like a bra
playin’ all them games with us, we gon’ kidnap him like [?]
she know that i got the juice, she tryna slurp me like a straw
sh+t, i feel like mr. krabs, you can’t get the recipe
i can’t lie, unless we hoopin’, ain’t no point in checkin’ me
i be only out with n+ggas i know that’s gon’ step for me
ran her sh+t up for a minute, man, shoutout to stephanie
[chorus]
to tell the truth, i’m really smoother than chris
turn on that trdee, i bet they be like, “who is this?” (who is this?)
all this ice on me, who cooler than this? (ice, ice)
i pass bro the ball, but he ain’t give me my assist (d+mn)
you don’t get it, i’m talkin’ to a brick wall
lil’ n+gga ballin’, used to want to be like chris paul
don’t call me, if i text you, i get p+ssed off
takin’ off, but i don’t think they ready for the lift off

- trdee lyrics

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