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eastside groove - tro boy d.k. lyrics

(t.r.o. boy music)

[verse 1: tro boy d.k.]
i make the crowd go crazy in this b*tch
i’m spittin’ that crack like the ’80s in this b*tch
and this sh*t ain’t for free, you gotta pay me in this b*tch
all the hoes on my d*ck, so n*ggas hate me in this b*tch
yo’ girl walked up and she asked could she maybe get a pic’
told her shake it like a red nose, baby, that’s a pit
put yo’ number in my phone, you could maybe get a text
b*tches choose everyday, i’m the one the ladies pick
something got they ass addicted, maybe it’s the d*ck
something in my heart, or maybe it’s the liq’
next day i see i said some sh*t i’d never admit
they say a drunk ain’t sh*t, i spit game like a pimp
young fly n*gga, used to be a shy n*gga
a get money n*gga, never needed bond, n*gga
interrogation, i’ll turn into a mime, n*gga
eastside n*gga, ’til the day i die, n*gga
[verse 2: gruva gudda]
i make your b*tch feel good through a text
something like a sore thumb, stood out from the rest
and nah, it ain’t a lil’ [?]
big wood, big bank, girl you f*cking with the best
that n*gga ain’t real, baby girl, you got scammed
thinking he would put you on, real life he a ham
but me, i make the money spread like jam
i get straight to the bag, bring it back to the fam’
yeah, that’s what bosses do
most these n*ggas leeches, get em off of you
[?], knock it off of you
watch yo’ tone, you too loud, who you talking to?
get smacked twice with both hands
flow hot, blessed the beat with a suntan
good d*ck left the bed like a hot tub
i know how to get her in the mood like a back rub

[verse 3: young mi$tro]
aye
you know me, can get any chick i like
see we getting money, now you see we taking flights
keep them hittas with me, know it’s terminate on sight
send your chick back home to you when she get the pipe
big stacks over here, girl, you f*cking with the realest
put my n*ggas on any type of stage, we gone k!ll it
n*ggas talking crazy, then we ’bout to handle business
n*ggas mad cause we pulling all they hoes, in they feelings
in love with the money, i could never let you go
never been a hoe, all my n*ggas ready, we gon’ blow
if it’s money on the flo’, then we on it, that’s fasho
if they wanna see us live, gotta pay us for a show
understand if you gon’ do this sh*t, do it right
back to the block, i’m still balling like i’m mike
if i’m eating, then you know my n*ggas eating, we alike
b*tches on me ’cause they see my chain been shining like a light
[verse 4: a.c.]
how you rookie of the year and i ain’t heard sh*t?
got your b*tch acting freaky off a perc’, yeah
good slides, i just punched up this whole fit
ran that check up, gotta get it while the benz hit
aye, big stepper, i be riding with them apes
’bout them chips, lil’ n*gga, like i work for fritolays
lil’ bro a big sipper, he just po’d up a eight
big dipper with them stars, h*ll yeah, i’m outer sp*ce
aye, in the bas*m*nt with them bars like i’m big tigger
n*ggas changed they ways for hoes, y’all some shapeshifters
better watch what you say, ’cause we don’t play n*gga
turn your mama from a nurse into a gravedigger
aye, i’m the one that you lil’ n*ggas idolize
used to tax n*ggas for whatever came, demand*supply
used to be that n*gga talkin’ crazy and i’m still that guy
don’t disrespect me, cause that sh*t don’t fly

eastside

- tro boy d k lyrics

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