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go - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
go
go
go
dog sh*t militia, you know they can’t f*ck with us
they know who could, man (go)
b*tch sh*t and still sh*ttin’ (go)
check the rap records (go, go)

[chorus]
you ain’t know that i’m the hottest n*gga under the sun
i was broke, still gettin’ crispy, no, ‘dee was not a bum
you probably hit the same b*tch but you ain’t even make her cum
big ass backwood i’m smokin’, this b*tch look like a thumb
you can tell by how i’m walkin’ i got glockie in my pocket
shirt say [?], get it from hot topic (nope)
they gon’ ride your wave when you take off just like a rocket
rappin’ ’bout them clothes he not in, he need to stop it (shut up)
i’m a risin’ star, [?] (no cap)
if we get the drop, we slide on ’em and close the curtain
d*mn, i feel like julius because i’m always workin’ (i’m workin’)
probably ’cause i can’t forget when i was broke and hurtin’ (i can’t)
what you mean we ain’t the best? we might as well be khaled (might as well)
.762s, toss his ass around just like some salad
told my shooter when he pull up, please just leave it tragic (please)
they ain’t think that we would win, we done f*cked up the budget (d*mn)

go (go)
go (go)
go (go)
go (go)
go (go)
go (go)
go (go)
go

[verse]
don’t run up in my crib, it’s b00by*trapped, no, i ain’t home alone
sick ’cause when i needed you the most, you ain’t pick up the phone
she ain’t never been the sunday school but she got godly dome
sh*tshow from italy, f*ck it, i might just take a trip to rome
[?] pulled up with a ugly b*tch, like take one for the team (h*ll nah)
i can’t even take bro out in public, he might cause a scene (flrrt, flrrt)
they sleepin’ on me like they drinkin’ lean (ahh)
you the type of n*gga to switch teams just tryna win a ring
you know that i’m one of one, i do not have no doppelganger
ten times out of ten, if danny on the beat, then it’s a banger
baby put that head on me so good, god d*mn, i have to thank her
i know the chop’ ain’t g*y but yes, it’s in the closet like a hanger
i ain’t fly commercial this time, i pulled right up to the hangar
baby, you so bad like pooty tank, i might just have to spank her
baby, don’t be scared, i got this in case we ever in danger
gvss, diamonds different colors like the power rangers
[chorus]
you ain’t know that i’m the hottest n*gga under the sun
i was broke, still gettin’ crispy, no, ‘dee was not a bum
you probably hit the same b*tch but you ain’t even make her cum
big ass backwood i’m smokin’, this b*tch look like a thumb
you can tell by how i’m walkin’ i got glockie in my pocket
shirt say [?], get it from hot topic
they gon’ ride your wave when you take off just like a rocket
rappin’ ’bout them clothes he not in, he need to stop it

[outro]
sh*tty boyz

- trdee lyrics

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