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letra de drunk in love - trdee

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
danny g beat, you know i gotta talk crazy, come on

[chorus]
hit her off the henny, we was drunk in love
took a first class flight to cali just to meet the plug (plug)
i’m addicted to the money like that sh-t a drug
actin’ bad, standin’ on the couches when i’m in the club (actin’ bad)
i be gettin’ to the chicken, only thing that matter (no cap)
i’m the reason why your b-tch ass gettin’ fatter (i swear)
they gon’ talk no matter what you do, don’t listen to the chatter
she gon’ give it up ’cause on her b-tt, could list a f-ckin’ rapper (okay)

[verse]
we’ll bring the beef to you like it’s curbside (come here)
i be ballin’ like i got a full ride
heard he made it to the hospital but he still died (d-mn)
only time you shoot sh-t is on the p5 (lame)
leave him in the field, catch him on our turf
dog wanna beef, i f-cked his b-tch and hit him where it hurt (hurt)
don’t never tell me that it’s up ’cause i’ll max my vert
b-tch told me she don’t suck d-ck and all she heard was skrrt (skrrt)
she wanna chill and try to catch a vibe
i wake up and thank god that i’m still alive
can’t believe they really got your mans and you ain’t even slide
in the store like a paint beast, can’t be denied (nope)
green on me, i feel like luigi
only took a couple seconds, i was doin’ sixty
lil’ b-tch got that wap, i might just call her fiji
stop askin’ us “why sh-ttyboyz?”, because we left him sh-tty
on my grind like i skate, stackin’ benjamins (stack ’em)
i be ballin’ for the bucks, khris middleton
he ain’t got nothin’ to his name, baby, get rid of him
i ain’t never switchin’ on my team, i kinda feel like tim (tim)
baby, can you hold me down like some ankle weights? (can you?)
i be isolated, thinkin’ everybody fake
it ain’t no celeb’ when i say i pull up with a drac’
he don’t really want no smoke, i told his ass to stick to vape
what you need? i’m plugged in like an extension cord (plug)
got a dub after a l, i had to thank the lord
i just hope that you don’t think i like you, i was really bored
i was only tryna stab you like i got a sword (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i know the truth hurts (d-mn)
got him and his mans, they gon’ need two shirts
lil’ n-gga really out here ballin’, feel like trey burke
how the f-ck you got all that ass but you can’t twerk?
load up a beat, i get to snappin’ like a neck (d-mn)
think i work for nike, only do it for a check
straight on d-ck suckers, i just want my respect
hit her once, never call again, never text
heard you fumble plays like you brett (brett favre)
all my n-ggas winnin’, come select
real sh-ttyboy, i’m probably chillin’ in a tech
played the hand i’m dealt, i can’t go pullin’ from the deck
[chorus]
hit her off the henny, we was drunk in love
took a first class flight to cali just to meet the plug
i’m addicted to the money like that sh-t a drug
actin’ bad, standin’ on the couches when i’m in the club
i be gettin’ to the chicken, only thing that matter
i’m the reason why your b-tch ass gettin’ fatter
they gon’ talk no matter what you do, don’t listen to the chatter
she gon’ give it up ’cause on her b-tt, could list a f-ckin’ rapper

- trdee

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