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letra de "tradey's interlude" - broly500!

[intro: tradey stunna with broly500!]
bad tings with hoes tryna f-ck on me
bad tings with hoes tryna f-ck on me
that’s mary-kate, ashley (oh-oh)
lean, perc, xan, whoa-whoa
lean, percocet, slowdown-slowdown
they said i gotta slow up
they said i gotta slow up

[interlude]
sh-t, feelin’ good, feelin’ great
you know what i mean?
diamonds on my chain
um, [?], i’m sorry
um, yeah, i’m the big—
i’m about to be the biggest artist of the year
’bout to be… bigger than these va n-ggas that didn’t put on for va
so, lettin’ all y’all n-ggas know
watch yo back, you know?

[verse 1: broly500!]
(fast-fast-fast-) fast, comin’ in real cool (ayy, ayy)
better stick to the script, don’t fold
please don’t fold on me (she won’t fold on me)
uh, lookin’ real comfortable
she hangin’ wit’ the opps
all black tee, h-ll nah, on god
and your b-tch smokе the tip
but she burnin’? h-ll nah (hеard-heard-)
heard 12 got the warrant
n-ggas still ain’t take a loss

[chorus: broly500! & tradey stunna]
they said i gotta slow up
they said i gotta slow up
they say i gotta slow up
and say i gotta slow up (yeah)
(gotta, i gotta)

[verse 2: tradey stunna]
yeah, too many drugs, too many guns
he hit her first but i got ‘im
doin’ these drugs like it do not matter
first i’m on pluto, but now i’m on saturn
eat up the d-ck, i don’t want no chit-chatter (chit-chatter)
all of this lean, it’s all in my bladder (my bladder)
don’t do no trickin’, i’m not the mad hatter (mad hatter)
tell me you’re trippin’, i wasn’t that ma-ad (mad)
i won’t fall to schemes (girl), don’t get mad at me (woo)
the vvs on my ring (whoa-whoa), she tried to marry me (whoa)
girl, you should be scared of me (uh), got me mad at things (bad things)
bad tings with hoes tryna f-ck on me
that’s mary-kate, ashley (oh-oh)
[pre-chorus: broly500! & tradey stunna]
lean, perc, xan, whoa-whoa
lean, percocet, slowdown

[chorus: broly500! & tradey stunna, tradey stunna]
they said i gotta slow up
they said i gotta slow up (whoa)
they said i gotta slow up (yeah)
they said i gotta slow up (whoa)
they said i gotta slow up
they said i gotta slow up

[outro: broly500! & tradey stunna]
(fast-fast-fast-) fast, comin’ in real cool (ayy, ayy)
better stick to the script, don’t fold
please don’t fold on me (she won’t fold on me)
uh, lookin’ real comfortable
she hangin’ wit’ the opps
all black tee, h-ll nah, on god
and your b-tch smoke the tip
but she burnin’? h-ll nah (heard-heard-)
heard 12 got the warrant
n-ggas still ain’t take a loss
they said i gotta slow up
they said i gotta slow up
(ha, haha)

- broly500

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