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letra de living legend - trdee

[intro: trdee]
(ayo, mark a)
mark on the beat, you know i gotta trip on this b-tch, f-ck it
hey

[verse: trdee]
everybody take a l, keep your head up
told bro stop runnin’ ’bout these hoes, get your bread up
only thing she do is trip, i know you fed up
if they ask you who the coldest group, i hope you said us (sh-ttyboyz)
they hate to see us shinin’ like a bald head
i hate d-ck suckers, wish they was all dead
[?] type of money, i could shop until the mall dead
i don’t care what you heard, tell me what y’all said
hope you told him that he trippin’ and lame as h-ll
take another shot, i know the liquor bring you out your sh-ll
i know some n-ggas couldn’t wait to see my n-ggas fail
up that big b-tch and let it sing, pullin’ out adele
[?], i’m in a fishbowl like mysterio
catch a couple plays before you even make your cereal (no cap)
i be really talkin’ spicy, you don’t hear me, though
try one of mines, you might as well arrange your funeral
they tryna block my shine, stop my cameo (d-mn)
i was at the bottom just like [?]
got an onlyfans, postin’ nudes, she a s-xy ho
had to branch out ’cause n-ggas didn’t want to let me grow
on the road to riches, f-ck what’s in the rearview (no cap)
you got a body like a benz, i’m tryna steer you
it’s a bad feeling when you broke when the bills due
if i want his b-tch, i dm her, let me steal you (come here)
i’m playin’, i won’t go breakin’ up a happy home
when you down bad, i bet you n0body call your phone
feel like marv and harry, i’ma slide when she home alone
think it’s kinda crazy they don’t show love until you gone
[interlude: trdee]
it’s f-cked up
they don’t show love until you dead, bro
rappers [?] they don’t post these n-ggas ’til they dead
that sh-t f-cked up
no cap, that’s why i’m tryna be a livin’ legend
ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy

[verse 2: trdee & babytron]
i was scammin’ grannies 2016
she gon’ hold you if you say “hi”, like my b-tch mean
stan sniper hall of fame, shot so green
fah-fah-fah, left him leanin’ like some codeine (f-ck)
made it through the rain, pop some champagne
your b-tch say your d-ck weak and you so lame (ha)
don’t follow other people, get your own lane
she gon’ f-ck ’cause i’m a sh-ttyboy, don’t need no gang (sh-ttyboyz)
hands in the air if you get into it
baby, it ain’t no love here, i don’t f-ck with cupid
i’m a sh-ttyboy, but this ain’t sh-tty music
b-tch threw the neck like she was dumb ’cause she went super stupid (sh-t)
f-ck, i hate to be explicit
i just got a say somethin’ about it ’cause i really live it (i do)
don’t say you caught i body ’cause i know you didn’t
had to cut a couple b-tches off ’cause they was always trippin’
like who the f-ck got time for that?
if you ever throw a punch, i hope you bought a strap
told her turn around, i’m soulja boy, i’ma make it clap
if you ever talk down on us, don’t reach for no dap (sh-t!)
d-mn, trdee
babytron checkin’ in
extra b-tter, light salt

- trdee

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