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underrated - t.r.o. boyz lyrics

rip my n*gga kobe
my young mi$tro in this b*tch
my n*gga dk in the building, yeah

[verse 1: twin deezy]
aye, uhhhh
fell in love with them 808s, i’m like drake
p*ssy n*gga, better watch out what you say
skate on 22s, dumb b*tch was only 28
ar leave a p*ssy shaking like earthquake
dived in yo mama p*ssy, left her watery like a lake
threw the bag to her, just call me troy aik’
barrel to his head, what’s the combination to the safe?
took the work, got the power, baked his cake
took a puff, roll the finest sh*t called ‘austin powers’
hit me with thе jiffy, be back in a hour
cornbread in, got her thick as f*ck in thе shower
tattoo on her ass, it’s a marijuana flower
i ain’t the richest, but nah, i ain’t poor neither
??? flyin’ down gratiot, though i seen demons
h*llcats flyin’ everywhere, ???
love the way it skrrr
hoes like ‘is he a d*mn singer?’
got my bag right, blew a thou’
that’s a light teaser
got the b*tch strippin’
payin’ her in lil’ caesars
body all natural, holy sh*t she got cold features
h*ll yeah, i f*ck her when i want, we ain’t on bleachers
don’t get embarrassed tryin’ to keep up with the mob, n*gga
made a mess after the performance, i’m a wild n*gga
n*ggas can’t keep up, make it rain, i’ll drown n*ggas
clown n*ggas do sh*t for clout, i’ll buy n*ggas
tear up yo block, you a opp, i’ll drill n*ggas
one false move, you’ll die, keep still, n*gga
drop a n*gga quick, then i’m headed to miami, n*gga
twin deezy nuts, f*ck with him and you a crazy n*gga
[verse 2: tro boy dk]
work on the scale, baggy ‘good sense’
pounds of the loud, that’s a good stench
catch me in the gutter, deep in the trench
if you come short, then it’s gettin’ pinched
custo’ snitched on me when she got pinched
when they raided my crib, they ain’t find sh*t
and my ??? got a grip like non*slips
i don’t start sh*t, i end nonsense
money on my mind, it’s on my conscience
i get it in, i done sold all kind of sh*t
i ain’t even tryin’ to talk, what you tryin’ to get?
hate a long*winded motherf*cker, b*tch, i’m tryin’ to dip
i got cheese to get
hands*on with the dope, ps to flip
they tried to count us out, now we the sh*t
i got by ‘dk’, but tb the clique

[verse 3: tro boy young mi$tro]
aye, lil n*ggas talkin’ tough, i can tell they actin’
all my n*ggas ready for that war, we with all the action
just so you know, we gettin’ h*lla cake, everybody stackin’
my bro quick to blow yo brains out, ain’t n0body lackin’
i got hoes that could bring the paper straight to me
my n*ggas hit the road, taking trips from a to b
we ain’t never slowin’ up, put the play in motion
i hang around k!llers, barely even show emotions
told my bro ‘just get the cake, we’ll get them haters later’
n*ggas mad we coming up, b*tch, we getting greater
r.i.p. to kobe bryant, ballin’ like a laker
heard his b*tch was out here choosin’ hard, i’m a take her
the realest n*ggas in the city, everybody fakin’
we out here making all the moves you n*ggas don’t be making
took a flight to california, stuntin’ in a benz
the youngest n*ggas out here stuntin’ with these f*cking bands

- t r o boyz lyrics

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