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letra de game face - trdee & babytron

[verse 1: trdee]
i’ll leave the game and come back like i’m paul pe-rs-
i ignore haters, if it’s money, i’m all ears
baby head a ten and the p-ssy so fierce
you n-ggas not around when you losing, don’t hear no cheers
you gon’ see days when you up, days when you down
past messed me up, when i’m happy i don’t even smile
they gon’ suck the game up like a f-cking towel
you cannot just get this overnight, boy, it’s gon’ take a while
i been balling for a minute, told my coach i need a breather
it can be the еnd of may, i’m still around with the heater
i can only sеll you sauce, i do not come with a teacher
woke up in that type of mood to wear my chain with just a beater
pull up with a bad redbone, [?]
shout-out chris smoove, if you reach then i gotta teach
i can show you how i get it, i don’t like to preach
yes, black lives do matter, tell ’em free big meech
[verse 2: babytron]
game face on, where the pape’? i ain’t playing games
i’m getting life if it’s that, b-tch, i ain’t saying that
buffed up eating steaks, still ain’t even gaining weight
if it ain’t 10k plus, dude, throw the play away
i need a ‘bow of za, where the f-ck is [?] at?
you kissing on her pretty little face, that’s where i jizz at
you up a hunnid but your brother broke, where is his at?
this some wockhardt, you sipping beer out asix pack
steph curry walking in the chase, that’s a easy three
wearing crocs around some millionaires, i’m just being me
pull up on your b-tch, i’m in her walls like a bne
missed twenty-something money calls, phone on dnd
talking choppy, got the chop tucked, don’t get chopped up
yo b-tch a wh0re, gang shooting shot, she ain’t swat once
if i hear it’s in the air, boy, you better not jump
big loaf in these ‘miri jeans, heard you got crumbs
ooh, you a filthy guy
caught him in a orange scat pack and we peeled his ride
smiling for the dubs but all them l’s still inside
if i put the coupe in sports mode then this b-tch gon’ fly
tell my brothers they can call on me if they ever down
twenty-something deep in the function, got them steppers ’round
ex b-tch swore she was sh-tting, heard she jealous now
heard bitcoin finna drop, i might sell it now
[outro: babytron]
sh-ttyboyz

- trdee babytron

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