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letra de too trife [prod. triheart] - trumf

[intro]
-coughs-
sh-t, yuh

[chorus]
i was f-ckin’ on your b-tch, no i can’t lie (lie)
i had to tell the truth, gotta testify (yeah)
pop her p-ssy, pop a perc at the same d-mn time (woah)
took his life, after that, had go and take his wife (yeah)
she tryna hit my line (yeah)
she tryna be my wife (nah)
i said “get the f-ck back” (woah)
“thought you had a bride?” (yeah you do)
she said “i do, but he don’t gotta know” (what the f-ck?)
i said “that’s cool” turned around, and let my choppa blow (pow, pow, pow)

[verse 1]
let it blow (grah!)
on these hoes (pow)
300 like sosa bro
i f-ck your b-tch 300 times (yeah)
300 that hoe (yeah)
but that’s a joke (haha)
i only love my girl (yeah)
try to run up on her then i turn your brain to a swirl (yeah, pow!)
i do what i want (yeah)
pass her like a blunt (yeah)
when i f-ckin’ want (yeah)
i will f-ckin’ stunt (yeah, yeah)
talk that sh-t, choppa my hip b-tch, imma shoot you up (yeah)
i don’t give a sh-t, these b-tches only hand out l-st (l-st)
so i’m not givin’ love, huh
get the f-ck back (the f-ck back)
tryna give me l-st, f-ck you think i’ll love back? (i’ll love back?)
i’m a young kid, rich, i’m a rugrat (a rugrat)
now i’m rich, i’m the kid who’s asking “where the plug at?” (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
[chorus]
i was f-ckin’ on your b-tch, no i can’t lie (lie)
i had to tell the truth, gotta testify (yeah)
pop her p-ssy, pop a perc at the same d-mn time (woah)
took his life, after that, had go and take his wife (yeah)
she tryna hit my line (yeah)
she tryna be my wife (nah)
i said “get the f-ck back” (woah)
“thought you had a bride?” (yeah you do)
she said “i do, but he don’t gotta know” (what the f-ck?)
i said “that’s cool” turned around, and let my choppa blow (pow, pow, pow)

[outro]
tru your songs are only 1 verse
i don’t give a sh-t, same with this song
oh does that hurt?

- trumf

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