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film session - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, what up, my n*gga?)
sbdsm, sbdsm
breakin’ down, yeah, okay
breakin’

[verse]
breakin’ down the game to these n*ggas, call it film session
[?] back in the day, and he still steppin’
in the kitchen choppin’ down onions, i ain’t meal preppin’
gotta take them l’s all to the chin ’cause it’s a real lesson
seen how she really looked in person, i was not impressed
before i even finished rollin’ up, she done got undressed
had to get a towel when we was done ’cause she made a mess
demon head on her, only right that she gettin’ blessed
always in my bag, you might just catch me in a different one
no doubt beyond the subject, you need to get you one
first time i seen a bad b*tch, i had to hit me one
dog ain’t got no jumper, when he shoot, he hittin’ anyone
you ain’t got no money, you the only person you can blame
told bro when he complete the mission, he gon’ get a chain
n*ggas wanna see me out the group but i ain’t eddie kane
sbdsm, and i won’t never go against the grain (sh*ttyboyz)
baby do not play that role with me, i know you been a sl*t
where the f*ck the opps, i feel like pac, i’m tryna hit ’em up (where they at?)
catch a n*gga out and turn his day into a bad one (turn it up)
i don’t give a f*ck about a b*tch, ask the last one (ask)
i ain’t never think that you would change like a champ (i’m sick)
tried to cross me like ai but i got him handled (he cooked)
made a play in new york, call me trrandle (let’s get it)
it ain’t my birthday, but the b*tch blew me like a candle (sh*t)
this ain’t reggie, this that sh*t that have you coughin’ hard
i be sh*ttin’ like the two, i’m not the shootin’ guard (i be sh*ttin’)
fans stop me at the store like, bro, you stupid hard
was at the store like a magician, here another card (here you go)
i was down bad, now i’m up and good (let’s go)
the night just started, roll another ‘wood (let’s get it)
we don’t celebrate, doin’ what you should (we don’t)
they mad as f*ck i’m doin’ what they never could (they sick)
you lame as f*ck, broke as h*ll, might need you a new life (life)
if you ain’t got a bag, b*tch, you ain’t even my type
you was talkin’ choppy, know he in the air just like a kite
that lil’ sh*t you flashin’, man, i swear to god that’s light
i don’t even like you, really just wanted a nut (no cap)
i know the truth far, i just gotta keep it a buck
if they ain’t dsm, well i’m sorry, them n*ggas suck (them n*ggas)
2023, i might just get me a truck
comin’ down the lane, sh*t, i feel like giannis
head a1, got me grabbin’ on her bonnet (sh*t, f*ck)
pockets stuffed with blues, they look just like sonic
i see what you workin’ with, now i can behind it? (come here)
had to cut him out ’cause he ain’t see the bigger picture (f*ck on)
girly is a real rat, all she need is liquor
this b*tch so bad, i’ll try to f*ck her twin sister
feel like billy and mandy, ridin’ ’round with the grim reaper (sh*t, d*mn)

- trdee lyrics

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