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letra de suck my dick - trenchkidd flame

[intro]
(ayy, ayy, ayy, brr, brr, uh)
had to slide through, mask on, n-gga, what’s the issue? (b-tch)
whole squad deep, better move right ‘fore we blitz you (baow)
what? huh? (b-tch, b-tch)
26 shots, 12 switches, let ’em rip through (grraow, grraow, grraow)

[verse 1]
hundred ways in a hundred days, i could make a play, turn a opp to a pack (baow)
ran up a bag, now my closet got sh-t that i’ll never even take out the rack (b-tch)
n-ggas be talkin’, but i never care (b-tch), touch me? n-gga, i double dare
he so fried, if he dropped right now, he’d ask god, “can i smoke up there?”
who the f-ck said what? where? n-ggas goofy, put his ass in a wheelchair
respect who? not no opp ho, kick that b-tch down thе f-ckin’ stairs
b-tches be f-ckin’ ’cause i’m up now, hoеs pop out in twos like a pair
n-ggas ain’t help me get sh-t, now i’m flexin’, and i ain’t tryna share
backdoor a n-gga, broad day, catch his ass lackin’, hit ’em wit’ the ak
bullets eat through his face like a entrée, red dot on his head, that’s a light spray (b-tch)
his mans on the floor lookin’ traumatized, should’ve stayed inside (baow, baow)
now his main b-tch all on my d-ck ’cause she love how a real one ride (b-tch, b-tch)

[refrain]
f-ck n-gga talkin’ all tough
’til we pull up and air sh-t out (brr)
b-tch lied right up in my face
could’ve changed her life, but she lost that route (stupid)
took his stick, he ain’t know what to do (dummy)
f-ck postin’ a status, i’m slidin’ through (baow, baow)
n-ggas be mad ’cause i hit they hoes, this sh-t way deeper than music (grraow, grraow, grraow)
[chorus]
bad b-tches love trenchkidd flame
’cause they know how trenchkidd move (on gang)
i ain’t worried ’bout none of the opps
them p-ssy-ass n-ggas gon’ lose (they losin’, b-tch)
i’d off myself ‘fore i let a lame-ass n-gga take me out like a fool (never, b-tch)
anybody think sh-t sweet? suck my d-ck, you n-ggas confused (suck my d-ck, b-tch)

[verse 2]
promise you, i’m not playin’ wit’ n-ggas
ain’t no passes, i’m sprayin’ you n-ggas (baow)
kept it cool, but i’m changin’ it, n-gga
ran up racks, now they hatin’ a n-gga (p-ssy)
now i’m up, stay the f-ck from around me
if you ain’t gang, i ain’t claimin’ you n-ggas (b-tch-ass n-ggas)
solo slide, no codefendant
walk up close, rearrangin’ a n-gga (brr)
first n-gga mug, he gone (boom)
no bap, this sh-t deeper than songs (grraow, grraow)
you ain’t got motion, n-gga, get you a pack
if you heard i was broke, that’s cap (lies)
n-ggas get caught with they thumb in they phone
now they face in they lap (p-ssy)
n-ggas get caught tryna serve the wrong custo
now they stretched out flat (uh, uh, uh)
[chorus]
bad b-tches love trenchkidd flame
’cause they know how trenchkidd move (on gang)
i ain’t worried ’bout none of the opps
them p-ssy-ass n-ggas gon’ lose (they losin’, b-tch)
i’d off myself ‘fore i let a lame-ass n-gga take me out like a fool (never, b-tch)
anybody think sh-t sweet? suck my d-ck, you n-ggas confused (suck my d-ck, b-tch)

[outro]
baow, baow, baow
trenchkidd flame in this b-tch
n-gga, we could do it anywhere, pick a spot
if you really on that, then stop talkin’ and make it drop

- trenchkidd flame

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