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lirik lagu trdee - wizards at the waverly place

[intro: trdee]
(thank you, gc)
how i’m feelin’, swanton~bombin’

[verse 1: trdee]
how i’m feelin’, swanton~bombin’ off a jet
i know n~ggas better get some time to come collect
i heard you be usin’ t~~th, so i don’t want your neck
you don’t think that we gon’ win, well, come and place your bet
you can’t see me ’cause it’s curtains on the maybach sprinter
we gon’ fry him like some chicken, he be actin’ tender
i feel like i won the ‘ship, lil’ b~tch, you with a winner
we all ball on hall of fame and you just a beginner

[verse 2: babytron]
chopper with me, i can’t ride with just a pistol
doggy whole ‘fit from temu, don’t even look official
m’s in my bank account, you see ’em when you cook mcgriddles
sh~t, when push comes to shove, you gotta mush a little
lil’ bro don’t stop spinnin’ like a conveyor belt
ain’t had nothin’ in a minute, them boys need major help
somehow, i’m the one who always get it, told her blame herself
.308’ll smack the side his striker, watch his shaker melt

[verse 3: trdee]
chopstick got kick, sh~t just like b~ttowski
touchdown, mike vick, white buffs like ronda rousey
finna take me a trip, just got a bag from ghazi
y’all n~ggas ain’t on sh~t, tell me who done caught a body
if you try me, bro, i swear this sh~t get catastrophic
you ain’t got no whip, so i can’t catch you out in traffic
i’ma hit you with these clips since you be always out here actin’
you can’t put no b~tch on me, you know that’s a sh~tty tactic
[verse 4: babytron]
one~of~one designer, why y’all boys just city man’ing?
i was really tryna get ’em, you was sillyband’ing
better watch out when you walk out, shooter ghillie campin’
2023 was the last year to kittycat it
i wouldn’t drop a dime into a piggy bank
coogi hit for seven hundred, guess i’m in my biggie phase
unky servin’ grey and he got fifty shades
copped a faulty glitch, when he up, he gon’ see his switchy fake

[verse 5: trdee]
i be feelin’ like a folder ’cause my pockets stuffed with pape’
you ain’t got no fans, so ain’t no point to drop a tape
she like, “you got opps?” ’cause i got glocky on a date
you can’t talk to me ’cause i be blowin’ what you make
sticked up like we at the waverly place
brodie dropped a h~llcat just so he could go on a chase
he a lil’ dog, tell scr~ppy to stay in his place
where the f~ck your mama? do she know that she raised a disgrace?

[verse 6: babytron]
eight of drank, i’m havin’ trouble stayin’ awake
earned it off the talent, boy, you out here payin’ to play
dsm the la familia, ain’t claimin’ a gang
all them excuses, where’s the pape’? i ain’t playin’ them games
if you ain’t got at least 500k in the bank
then why you layin’ in bed?
better duck when we quackin’, boy, we aimin’ for heads
want some quagen and red, k!ll the pain with some meds
[verse 7: trdee]
he was playin’ with his food and got his plate took
big bills, blues crip~walkin’, russell westbrook
this a sp~ceship, might be some shooters in the tesla
turn on my theme song, because i’m flexin’ like a wrestler

[verse 8: babytron]
extra pair on the back of my head
i’m four~eyed like i’m velma
lil’ b~tch so cold that she frozen, elsa
green chrome heart head to toe, look like zelda
sh~ttyboyz, dog sh~t militia, long live $cam, you know?

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