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refried - k. lajuan, glockboyz teejaee & trdee lyrics

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)

[verse 1: k. lajuan & glockboyz teejaee]
you wanna know who i did?
what i did
you b*tches in my business, turn to [?] like it’s spy kids
that’s my big
this? that’s my clip
please don’t make me use it then you sister start with [?]
don’t play with it
b*tches little to me like they [?] size
b*tches keep on lookin’, take a picture and get it polarized
i can’t fit the yop inside my clutch because it’s oversized
left it in the crib, couple n*ggas get you polarized
if that n*gga on my line, gotta monetize
white man payin’ for my life, so is it subsidized?
i’ve been havin’ my way since i was knee high
pull up on a b*tch in all black like a knee high
i’ll have your n*gga tightеn up my felines
trust no ho, i won’t get into my feelings
sad at all thеm, sent a n*gga back like a recline
everything i do is all that like i’m [?]
dork*ass n*ggas tryna slide, they get denied
hot, if they ever try to cook you, you get refried
these n*ggas leechin’ off b*tches, that i [?] (come on, glockboyz, n*gga)
your [?], send it back to [?], get it [?] (yeah)
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah
i’m out to passin’ you, baby, ’cause i like bad hoes (yeah)
time to sit inside the trap until the bag gone
that b*tch icy, she take pics without the flash on
you better know i mean business, you see my mask on
in that hotty, try to play, gon’ be another body
this b*tch sound like a shotgun, the draco ridin’ shotty
we don’t do no drivebys, we walk down, gotti
we started off f*ckin’ with bricks just like yo gotti
[?] robbin’, we’ll sell dope for the bag
that p*ssy is so good that she be sellin’ it for the cash
we got foreigns parked outside but i jumped inside ‘cat
why the f*ck would i ride the benz when i’m racin’ to the trap?
i’ve been doin’ this since n*ggas was rockin’ prada with the strap
i just pulled up to the hood, my n*ggas still inside the trap
this ten milli’, it’ll make the biggest n*gga back*back
she wasn’t pickin’ up her phone, i hit her on her cash app, n*gga

[verse 3: trdee]
pockets out of breath, look, my face is blue
i ain’t clearin’ up no rumors if that sh*t not true
b*tch left me and came back like they nothin’ like you
hook like kareem, got her thinkin’ like, “what did i do?”
turn a room to kalahari, freaky b*tch a super soaker
i’ma pop out bustdown, my baby come in diamond choker
lock me up and down, sh*t so crazy like a roller coaster
she ain’t really cute and that’s the reason you don’t ever post her
pray for better days, i’m prepared for the worst
why detroit can’t win sh*t? i’m startin’ to think that we cursed
it’s about who did it best, i do not care who did it first
you ain’t even got no camera when you throw it in reverse
hold your chain up like a trophy if you got it on your neck
i’m deletin’ fanduel if i lose another bet
speak enough fanduel, hold on, brodie, let me check
just hit for a couple thousand, hit the nino just to flex

- k lajuan glockboyz teejaee trdee lyrics

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