Passport

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TrDee - Rap, Midwest Rap

Passport

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[Intro] ShittyBoyz shit Grab your passport, we finna— (What's good, GeeohhS?) [Verse] Grab your passport, we finna leave the states (We out) Hit her from behind like I forgot to use the breaks (Ayy) I ain't givin' up because I got too much at stake (I do) He be actin' iffy, I can tell that he fake (Fake ass) Sittin', peepin' vibes like I got ho to take See your girl won and now I'm hip to why y'all go together Only thing I care about is chicken, where my lemon pepper? (Where it's at?) He ain't got no money, baby girl, you could be doin' better (He brokе) If worst come to worst, I'm ready and preparеd (I am) We all live to die so I ain't never livin' scared (Nope) Probably 'cause I got that stick, I'm visually impaired I can't be a lame nigga, I'd rather go to jail (I can't) Go to school, get your education If you really put your mind to it, ain't no limitation (You hear me?) Rockstar on the stage like it's graduation Cappin' on them songs, you should call your album fabrication (Capper) In a different country, my clothes from here He be actin' like a different nigga when the hoes is near '24, I'm ballin' just like Kobe, this my golden year I'ma be old and still get active like hold my beer (Hold this) Thought a young nigga tried to test me Drinkin' Purple Thunder Mountain Dew, I don't fuck with Pepsi If havin' a bad bitch a crime, you might as well arrest me They don't know no hockey, but be slidin' just like Floyd Gretzky TrDee be talkin' crunchy like he eatin' chips He must be a hitman, he don't never miss Shooter pull up in designer, he might have on sticks I'm not even dressed for the occasion, but I'm takin' pics Takin' trips, not takin' L's, if I do, it's cool Bounce back, water on my neck like a swimming pool If she leave, I bet she think about me with another dude Fuckin' on her, but her mom don't like me, it's a family fued Family over everything Either them or my money that you cannot come between Crib really full of poles, we done turned it into Sting Buffed up like a wrestler, they should throw me in the ring Hall of fame status, just inducted Dog in the drought, up late tryna get lucky Talkin' like the big dog, but we know you a puppy Favorite number three, my shooter shoot like Rodney Stuckey Shit might just get ugly Grab your passport, we finna head to the Bahamas Pull up in a black 'fit, stuntin' like I'm for Wakanda I ain't never changin' teams, I'm goin' out just like the Mamba Bro really crash out, so I don't think you want that problem

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  • TrDee