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porsche - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
sh*ttyboyz (sh*t, sh*t)
(sh*t, sh*t)

[chorus]
she ain’t got a big body benz, she my lil’ porsche
you cheatin’ or my mans switchin’, i don’t know what’s worse
hit me up when that check drop, come and cop and verse
dropped dawg like a bad habit, know he on the shirt
ice*ice*ice on my neck, buffs vanilla, baby
ballin’ on ’em, d*mn, i feel like kobe on ’em, droppin’ eighty
sad how when sh*t was gettin’ sunny, sh*t was gettin’ shady
and my chances slim of goin’ broke, that’s why these n*ggas hate me

[verse 1]
they’ll hack your back account, boy, i be chillin’ with the wizards
she like, “why you f*ck with me?” because you cold just like a blizzard
you can never get nowhere in life ’cause you be actin’ bitter
two bad b*tches in the bed, i’m tryna make ’em scissor
moon walkin’ just like michael jackson on this f*ckin’ beat
hoopin’ but i’m never lackin’, jimmy, i play with the heat
you ain’t even from the hood, boy, you ain’t even got a street
i be thinkin’ ’bout the past, wish it was sh*t i could delete
on a different level, you ain’t make it to this level yet
n*gga better not say dee fell off ’cause i ain’t missed a step
it’s 2024, brodie, how you ain’t got no pistol yet?
dawg shot a shot at my b*tch but then he hit the net
i’ve been livin’ good, i heard the opposition livin’ bad
bro, you need to let that b*tch go if all she do is nag
i ain’t on sh*t besides makin’ fire at the lab
i’ma come bustdown rollie, have these n*ggas mad
[chorus]
she ain’t got a big body benz, she my lil’ porsche
you cheatin’ or my mans switchin’, i don’t know what’s worse
hit me up when that check drop, come and cop and verse
dropped dawg like a bad habit, know he on the shirt
ice*ice*ice on my neck, buffs vanilla, baby
ballin’ on ’em, d*mn, i feel like kobe on ’em, droppin’ eighty
sad how when sh*t was gettin’ sunny, sh*t was gettin’ shady
and my chances slim of goin’ broke, that’s why these n*ggas hate me

[verse 2]
only smokin’ gas, that be that zaza, had me movin’ slow
they ain’t let me in, i had to pull up and just kick the door
how i’m feelin’, i might walk up in here and just buy the store
if that b*tch don’t bring sh*t to the table, then she gotta go
i ain’t rappin’ fast at all, you n*ggas just ain’t keepin’ up
if he go to jail, i bet they prove that he ain’t really tough
i be in a fast*ass whip, n*gga, eat my dust
can’t believe dawg think he crispy ’cause he got some buffs
i ain’t never phased, that’s the difference between me and you
when i catch a fade, like these hundreds, boy, you gettin’ blew
bro, you gotta save, you know that sayin’, man, that sh*t is true
workin’ seven days like i’m broke, you know this sh*t ain’t new

- trdee lyrics

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