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letra de showdown - trdee

[intro: trdee]
yeah
yeah
okay
started with a crumb then i turned it to a (it’s bluestrip, baby)
i turned it to a, yeah
started with a

[verse 1: trdee]
started with a crumb then i turned it to a loaf
i am not a player, b-tch, you f-cking with the coach
i remember when the nike hoodie was the coat
i know i’m not sh-t but you can never call me broke
okay, broke up with toxic people, i don’t need that energy
learned the hard way, yo closest friend is yo enemy
life just like a movie, i think mine’s need a trilogy
pull up with a ratchet and it’s loud, call it “tiffany”
i had an epiphany, got to it instantly
something wrong mentally, she think we got a history
you just not it for me, i see yo ho tendencies
you blew me in the whip like my last name was “kennedy”
ooh, that’s a penalty, baby, that was so foul
let him touch my chain, yung joc, it’s gon’ go down
have a showdown, she eat me and she throw down
i can tell just by the way she walk that she for sure down
huh, ain’t no intermissions, ain’t no break taking
if you say describe the head, i’ma say it’s breathtaking
huh, i’ma keep balling, let them keep hating
y’all n-ggas better shake something, get the earth quaking
yeah, hit him in his dome, p-ssy think he made of stone
nah, b-tch, don’t call my phone, told you that yo chance is blown
yeah, got me in my zone, i can’t fold or break a bone
nah, i got it on my own, now i’m watching from the throne
bunch of wannabees, you know them other n-ggas clones
huh, like some honey bees, you know i’m buzzing like a phone
huh, she like, “ooh, dee, i’m tryna f-ck you to this song”
huh, my boys know i’m stepping, it don’t matter if they wrong
huh, it don’t matter what you do, i’ma still leave
’cause we not gon’ last long like some quick weed
huh, it don’t matter how i feel, i’ma still cheese
’cause when they see you at yo lowest they for sure flee
[verse 2: stanwill]
yeah
like thousand dollar tennis shoes on, i got fancy toes
i don’t want no ghetto vibes, i only hit fancy hoes
eight in the morning, made five with my jammies on
the hoes d-ck sucking, they just wanna see what stanley on
they don’t wanna see yo baby ball but i’m still scoring
pull up slamming hoes like i’m randy, i’m the real orton
swimming in the deep my whole life, might have a gill forming
sbdsm, my babies knowing i’ll k!ll for ’em
i be with the steppers, it ain’t sh-t to get you walked on
hip hop lab, the test tube got some sauce though
twenty glockianas, if we pull up, we gon’ chalk bro
n-ggas hating ’cause they broke, it really ain’t my fault though
feeling like a oxymoron ’cause i got off on
double hand twister, had to make her get her gawk on
palm angels joggy, f-ck it, i might get my jog on
introduce myself to yo b-tch and got my b-lls blown

[outro: stanwill]
huh, dummy
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