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letra de t’d up - fbg dutchie

[intro]
(oh my god, what is this? an l beat?)
dope, she dropped a mid
she tryna do it, hahaha (i’m t’d up, b-tch, i’m t’d up)
you know what i told her, hold on (let’s do it then, b-tch)

[verse 1]
i told that b-tch, “do your sh-t, sis” (wop)
“do your sh-t, sis” (wop)
at the end of the night, you doin’ this d-ck, sis (yah)
ah, that’s your friend?
she comin’ with, sis (ayy, lil’ b-tch)
she steady talmbout, “it’s a drill” (ayy, lil’ b-tch)
it’s a hit, sis (ayy, lil’ b-tch)
[bridge]
ah, ah, ah, ah (woo, woo)
b-tch, i’m t’d up, huh (t’d up)
gucci, g-ed up, huh (g-ed up)
glizzy, g-ed up, huh (g-ed up, glah)
lil’ b-tch like my sauce, huh, i told her eat up
her lil’ cheeks get beat up, huh, then i be up, huh (ooh, yeah, ooh)

[verse 2]
and i’m straight on a straight, this a vdub (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
keep a sean mac, victoriouz like v-dub (brrah)
with two thirties, that’s sixties, like three dubs (count it up)
or like six saw, bankroll gettin’ ‘nat crip walk, huh
yeah, i’m big g dutcho, i like nasty b-tches, heh
give me awesome jawsome, don’t even ask permission, huh
yeah, i got them b-tches, ha, but i been had them b-tches, ah
super mario, on foe ‘nem, we been smashing b-tches, ah (oh my god, what is this? an l beat?)

[bridge]
ah, b-tch, i’m t’d up
prada walkin’, b’d up
ha, lil’ b-tch like my sauce, i told her ass, “eat up”
her lil’ cheeks get beat up and i f-cked their knees up
all these eats, they please us
all these streets, they needs us, huh
[verse 3]
i’m off two mids
my ego too big
she say, “it won’t fit”
can’t lack, i won’t slip
lil’ bro got two sigs
that boy’ll shoot some sh-t
don’t be a stupid b-tch
gang, we’ll do it, b-tch
leave a n-gga crucifix, huh, on some gruesome sh-t, huh
any conflict, huh, we gon’ bomb sh-t, huh
free the gang, b-tch, huh, yeah, them convicts, huh
on that trap sh-t, that k!ller sh-t, that con sh-t, huh
we don’t play, dummy, huh
what ya say, sonny, huh?
glah glah glah glah, now you got a day, dummy, huh
n-ggas broker than a joke, trust me, they funny, ha
and i only talk gwop, so what ya say, money? ah
n-ggas on some new sh-t, where my old b-tch?
hold up, hold it, ayy, he on some ho sh-t
and his old b-tch, your doin’ folk’s d-ck
but there’s no lo’, sh-t, we finna make her hold it, huh (oh my god, what is this? an l beat?)

[bridge]
yeah, we t’d up, huh
and she t’d up, huh
she gon’ knock me down, huh
until i freeze up, huh
baby seen the wrist, huh, it made her freeze up, huh
then she seen the gl!ck, huh, and she like, “jesus,” huh
[verse 4]
“he really wit’ the sh-ts”
these n-ggas witnessed it
don’t leave no witnesses
lil’ b-tch i been the sh-t
i’m tryna benefit
all these benjamins
get the dividends
might poke the middleman, b-tch
and we spinned your block, b-tch, like a ceiling fan, b-tch
if we miss them shots, b-tch, we gon’ spin again, b-tch
shooters smoke his top, b-tch, do more than injure him
new pradas, no raf simons, how i’m ballin’, roger clemens ‘nem, b-tch

[bridge]
huh, b-tch, i’m t’d up
yeah, i’m too t’d, heh
ayy, b-tches tryna kick it like bruce lee (baby, i ain’t tryna kick it, i’m not no goofy)
huh, huh, uh-huh, yeah, i’m too t’d (but i am tryna kick it with the blue cheese)
b-tch, yeah, i’m t’d up
huh, huh, t’d up, b-tch

- fbg dutchie

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