BabyTron, TrDee - Dudley boyz lyrics

BabyTron [ames Edward Johnson II] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.

[BabyTron, TrDee - Dudley boyz lyrics]

Oh, it's BlueStrip, baby shh, keep it going

Big stepping, been popping
It ain't many like me
Told her I'm her best option
Who you repping? What you rocking?
I don't gotta score
I'll pass like I'm Stockton
I don't really think these niggas hear me
Let me crank the knob
Why the fuck you jumped off the
Porch and then go back inside?
You can't even hop in my whip
If you ain't down to ride
How the fuck you even call it beef
When you just go and hide?
I don't get it, boy
He really rapping, what you seen
You don't live it, boy
I remember Christmas really came and
I ain't get a toy
It really rainеd on my parade
I'm kinda scared of joy
Don't expеct shit and I bet
Nobody let you down
I really took a couple L's
And I ain't even frown
He said that he was pulling up
Then ended in a gown
If the feds pick you up
You bet' not make a sound
I ain't tryna beef
I'm tryna add some money to the stash
(Stack it up, stack it up, okay)
We can both go and blow a bag
It ain't no going half
(Nah, nah, yeah, okay, yeah, okay)

Fly as hell on the plane, bitch
I'm double up good Wocky slush
Taking sips out a double cup
Drac' bust once or twice, no
I don't knuckle up
Eighteen hunnid dollar 'Miri jeans
These bitches hug my nuts
Fourth quarter, last shot
Just know I'm clutching up
You broke as fuck
That's why your bitch always huff and puff
Talking 'bout beef, lil' boy
You ain't tough enough
Bitch got her first thousand bucks
Must be stuffing drugs
Told TrDee, "Tag me in" we the Dudley Boys
Stop talking 'bout dimepieces
Your bitch ugly, boy
If you fall off, better
Pray you have bungees, boy
Hopping out the whip, run up
On me, where my money, boy?
Huh, you must wanna die
B22 Dior sneaks, I don't want 'em tied
Heard couple punchlines from dawg
Every one a lie backdoor season
Bust your head if you run in mines
They hating on us and I wonder why
Chill guy, owe me pape' though? You'll
See my other side
Skinny jeans full of dogshit
They made by Number (N) ine
It's May and I'ma stack a
New hunnid 'fore the summertime

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