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trickum - drench lyrics

[intro: drench ]
gotta trick ’em (ayy, yo, turn the*turn the bass up)
yuh

[chorus: drench]
lot of dumb*ass hoes, gotta trick ’em
love my sh*t, don’t go, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
place that claymore down, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
and my sh*t ain’t loud, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
all these dumb*ass hoes, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
love my sh*t, don’t go, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
place that claymore down, gotta trick ’em (place it down)
and my sh*t ain’t loud, gotta trick ’em (yuh, trick ’em, hoe)

[verse 1: drench]
gotta trick ’em if you know you gotta win
gotta l!ck ’em if you want a new benz
gotta get it, i am makin’ new friends
i stay winnin’ like i’m in new england
trickin’ and trappin’, i’m like home alone (yuh)
keep my exes in silence like a xylophone (shh)
if you call me for favors, b*tch, talk to the tone
just got head on the jet, i call that flyin’ dome
yuh, trick ’em three times, that a hat trick (uh)
just like ski ’cause i’m smokin’ on this cat p*ss (yuh)
my account a garden and all i grow is cabbage
i go so dumb that you could call me patrick
tricky, tricky, tricky like the riddler
my d*ck a fiddle, so now she a fiddler (yuh)
6.9 earthquake, and that’s how i hit her (yuh)
i got like four b*tches but i’m still on tinder
yuh, four b*tches like i’m mormon
i play your song, they all snorin’
i’m on this eagle and i’m soarin’
built this from nothin’ to four, man, yuh

[chorus: drench]
all these dumb*ass hoes, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
love my sh*t, don’t go, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
place that claymore down, gotta trick ’em (place it down)
and my sh*t ain’t loud, gotta trick ’em (yuh, trick ’em, hoe)

[verse 2: kombat with a k]
ah, sh*t, here we go again
got my pack, too loud, i might take your rent
super smoke, clark kent, sip it wet, i’ll drech
f*ck a std test, make her get undressed (ooh)
yeah, yeah, gotta trick ’em
you can’t feel aids, so you know i gotta hit ’em
i put it in her pooh bear, she ’bout to like tigger
and i did a couple spells to make her smaller titties bigger (ooh)
yeah, made a small fortune off of wayfair
sold a couple cabinets, expensive lawn chairs
gotta trick ’em
get it how i get it, and i’m on a mission
steady fishin’ up, cookin’ up in this kitchen (ooh)
pumps ichin’, i’m waiting for that incision
keep it switching, gotta trick ’em
gotta end game, no avengers
f*ck your gf, now she preggers
’cause i copped the new skechers
and i sent her harry potter letters
b*tch, you never get her wetter
yeah, and that’s a fact
you ain’t never been up to bat, i’m a catch, uh
yeah, huh, and that’s a fact
you ain’t never been up to bat, i’m a catch, uh, yeah

[chorus: drench]
all*all these d— all these dumb*ass hoes, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
love my sh*t, don’t go, gotta trick ’em (gotta trick ’em)
place that claymore down, gotta trick ’em (place it down)
and my sh*t ain’t loud, gotta trick ’em (yuh, trick ’em, hoe)

[verse 3: drench]
trick ’em, trick ’em, trick ’em, yeah, you know i be sneaky
i’ll be h*lla tucked just like a tranny’s pp
three melatonins, yeah, i be so sleepy
you got touched by your uncle, he’s so creepy (ew)
yeah, you should probably stay away from his place
i’m not tyga, but you can get a taste
blessed this beat, so you better say grace
drench got faygo by the motherf*ckin’ case
kombat ’bouta go crazy on the mix and master
’bouta bless the track like an engineer pastor
drench, a.k.a. mr. f*ckin’ ass tapper
i got wiener and i’m white, call me casper

- drench lyrics

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