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letra de plaque - trdee

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[intro]
(out the way for real)
([?])
sh-t
yep

[chorus]
the way i sh-t on n-ggas, i should really get a plaque
bad b-tch addicted to my d-ck like it’s some crack (f-ck)
they like, “what you be rappin’ about?” i told ’em, “facts”
told my b-tch she cannot have no friends ’cause they some rats (no)
you are who you hang around, i be around some bosses (bosses)
they gon’ always come out, stop trippin’ over losses (f-ck)
i’ma keep ballin’ ’til i’m somewhere in a coffin (yeah)
cut his lips off just for doin’ all that talkin’

[verse]
cut a b-tch off before she get too attached
i ain’t got a wallet in my pants, all racks
you ain’t got a dollar to your name, must suck
i don’t got no time for no games, lеt me f-ck
barkin’ like the big dog, i’ma put you down (shut up)
doggy stеalin’ drip, he got it from the lost and found (he stole it)
no, i cannot cuff you, i heard that you been around
he said it was up until we put him in the ground (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, phew)
you think he a demon, he a b-tch
[?] on the beat, this a hit (i swear)
it’s a billion b-tches in the world, why trip? (why?)
he think that his girl really loyal, watch this (watch this)
moonwalkin’ on the money, feel like michael jackson (sh-t, sh-t)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout who she f-ckin’, never askin’ (i don’t care)
it don’t even matter, i’ma hit it with some passion (i swear)
used to laugh at us back then, now who laughin’?
used to give a f-ck but now i don’t, live great
used to be broke ’til i made somethin’ shake
feel like little debbie how i’m playin’ with some cake
i don’t even want that b-tch around if she vape (f-ck on)
i don’t like to speed but i just might just to the dash
wanna get some money, buddy? come and take a class
i can’t even text her back if the head was trash (i can’t)
he been broke for a minute, might just need a cast (sh-t f-cked up)
[interlude]
sbdsm, n-gga
phew (sh-t)
yup

[chorus]
the way i sh-t on n-ggas, i should really get a plaque
bad b-tch addicted to my d-ck like it’s some crack (f-ck)
they like, “what you be rappin’ about?” i told ’em, “facts”
told my b-tch she cannot have no friends ’cause they some rats (no)
you are who you hang around, i be around some bosses (bosses)
they gon’ always come out, stop trippin’ over losses (f-ck)
i’ma keep ballin’ ’til i’m somewhere in a coffin (yeah)
cut his lips off just for doin’ all that talkin’

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