Letras

I've returned to San Francisco Hello, it's Trendy, I'm up like an activist It's about time to quit playin', get back to this music I told my brothers, "Let's do it" I cannot wait 'til y'all hear all this new shit (doofus) (This) fuck it, we finna go stupid They wanted fire, and we had it, they knew it This ain't no fashion, this style gettin' newer I'm in her closet, R. Kelly and Rupert (no pedo) 'Cause I'm just feelin' like Tyler Gee, stove niggas only 'cause my gang is fire B So who? It's Trendy Bro, I'm like a dryer, I'm flyer, I'm tired, admired, expired Quit the job 'cause I got higher I need a fat bitch who built like a tire Bitch, my name Trendy, a lyrical liar She got the AirPods, I got the wire She got the wires, bitch, I feel fire You lost your bitch, well, too bad, I'ma find her Nut in her eyes, holy fuck, I'ma blind her She not my girl, had to fuckin' remind her They tried to stop me and my grind with a copyright Skatin' on ice, finna get in a hockey fight Niggas be usin' the kid for the clout and likes I'ma just dip and make sure that my music heights Slicin' like Thorman, my middle name Herman I don't fuck with school, bitch, I'm not good at learnin' Fuck Adolf, I'm German, your boyfriend is Sherman I'll knock your lights out like a motherfuckin' certain Like Kodak, suburban, I'm leapin' like Kermit This music shit mine, I'm so heckin' determined I'm criminal, drivin' with no fuckin' permit I failed if your ears or your wires ain't burnin' You can't catch me lyin', I'm not even tryin' I don't need no weed to get high, bitch, I'm flyin' I'm workin' on timin', I'm not ever signin' These niggas get money then plays start declinin' Niggas gon' hate, that's how it be Shout-out bro Cyrus, that be my G I'm a weird nigga, tongue on her feet You a broke nigga, lil' bro, take a seat I am not finished, I'm just gettin' started I pull out my penis, that bitch go retarded She gon' lick the tip of my ass while I'm fartin' I sneak in her crib, bust a nut on her carpet I might be just trippin', but nigga, I'm talkin' Give me a room with the hoe, she ain't walkin'
Writer(s): Yamid Sr Grueso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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