Yeah, yeah, what you want
Black truck when I'm in yo' bitty, yeah, yeah, rollin' up
They know not to play with Tro, I get shit done
Ayo, Marvy, huh, yeah, what you on, shine like the sun
Smokin' backwoods, yeah, smokin' runtz, yeah
I Don't wanna talk to no god damn police, huh, I'm tryna run
Stick with a pop-up sight, come around my side, lil' boy, you're done, yeah
Chat all day, then get some money, lil' boy, you're dumb
Problems on your side
Bitch, I'm with my brothers every day, come on, let's ride
Pick up, where I left off, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's homicide
I'm tellin' you, please don't try me, or my gang, lil' boy, you'll die
Try my gang, lil' boy, you'll die, yeah yeah
Y-Y-You with me with this bullet, yeah, we don't do no fights, yeah
Slidin, bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow, zoe gon' pipe em' up
Talkin' about my brother, yeah, yeah, I don't wanna talk or none
You're dead, bitch, around the corner, zoe go pick him up
Huh, we chop shit like Benihana's, I'm eating' good
Slime gon' chalk shit, get in front your honor, I ain't tellin' none
Get my bags up, get out of state, that's California Love
Tennis chains around my neck, they got me actin' up
Huh, free my brothers in the state, huh, free my mud
Sometimes this shit get low, sometimes I feel I don't have none
Me and my gang got dealt the bad cards, so we gon' run it up
Y-Y-You better make a choice, starve, or you gon' take you some
I ain't know where to start, yuh, I was acting dumb
Remember days that car, yuh, I was trappin' some
F*ck the system, yeah, f*ck the system, bitch, I'm too up
F*ck the system, bitch, I'm breaking through, I ain't tryna be rude or none
Yeah, yeah, what you want
Black truck when I'm in yo' bitty, yeah, yeah, rollin' up
They know not to play with Tro, I get shit done
Ayo, Marvy, huh, yeah, what you on, shine like the sun
Smokin' backwoods, yeah, smokin' runtz, yeah
I Don't wanna talk to no god damn police, huh, I'm tryna run
Stick with a pop-up sight, come around my side, lil' boy, you're done, yeah
Chat all day, then get some money, lil' boy, you're dumb
Tromani - California Love Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, what you want
Black truck when I'm in yo' bitty, yeah, yeah, rollin' up
They know not to play with Tro, I get shit done
Ayo, Marvy, huh, yeah, what you on, shine like the sun
Smokin' backwoods, yeah, smokin' runtz, yeah
I Don't wanna talk to no god damn police, huh, I'm tryna run
Stick with a pop-up sight, come around my side, lil' boy, you're done, yeah
Chat all day, then get some money, lil' boy, you're dumb
Problems on your side
Bitch, I'm with my brothers every day, come on, let's ride
Pick up, where I left off, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's homicide
I'm tellin' you, please don't try me, or my gang, lil' boy, you'll die
Try my gang, lil' boy, you'll die, yeah yeah
Y-Y-You with me with this bullet, yeah, we don't do no fights, yeah
Slidin, bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow, zoe gon' pipe em' up
Talkin' about my brother, yeah, yeah, I don't wanna talk or none
You're dead, bitch, around the corner, zoe go pick him up
Huh, we chop shit like Benihana's, I'm eating' good
Slime gon' chalk shit, get in front your honor, I ain't tellin' none
Get my bags up, get out of state, that's California Love
Tennis chains around my neck, they got me actin' up
Huh, free my brothers in the state, huh, free my mud
Sometimes this shit get low, sometimes I feel I don't have none
Me and my gang got dealt the bad cards, so we gon' run it up
Y-Y-You better make a choice, starve, or you gon' take you some
I ain't know where to start, yuh, I was acting dumb
Remember days that car, yuh, I was trappin' some
F*ck the system, yeah, f*ck the system, bitch, I'm too up
F*ck the system, bitch, I'm breaking through, I ain't tryna be rude or none
Yeah, yeah, what you want
Black truck when I'm in yo' bitty, yeah, yeah, rollin' up
They know not to play with Tro, I get shit done
Ayo, Marvy, huh, yeah, what you on, shine like the sun
Smokin' backwoods, yeah, smokin' runtz, yeah
I Don't wanna talk to no god damn police, huh, I'm tryna run
Stick with a pop-up sight, come around my side, lil' boy, you're done, yeah
Chat all day, then get some money, lil' boy, you're dumb
Black truck when I'm in yo' bitty, yeah, yeah, rollin' up
They know not to play with Tro, I get shit done
Ayo, Marvy, huh, yeah, what you on, shine like the sun
Smokin' backwoods, yeah, smokin' runtz, yeah
I Don't wanna talk to no god damn police, huh, I'm tryna run
Stick with a pop-up sight, come around my side, lil' boy, you're done, yeah
Chat all day, then get some money, lil' boy, you're dumb
Problems on your side
Bitch, I'm with my brothers every day, come on, let's ride
Pick up, where I left off, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's homicide
I'm tellin' you, please don't try me, or my gang, lil' boy, you'll die
Try my gang, lil' boy, you'll die, yeah yeah
Y-Y-You with me with this bullet, yeah, we don't do no fights, yeah
Slidin, bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow, zoe gon' pipe em' up
Talkin' about my brother, yeah, yeah, I don't wanna talk or none
You're dead, bitch, around the corner, zoe go pick him up
Huh, we chop shit like Benihana's, I'm eating' good
Slime gon' chalk shit, get in front your honor, I ain't tellin' none
Get my bags up, get out of state, that's California Love
Tennis chains around my neck, they got me actin' up
Huh, free my brothers in the state, huh, free my mud
Sometimes this shit get low, sometimes I feel I don't have none
Me and my gang got dealt the bad cards, so we gon' run it up
Y-Y-You better make a choice, starve, or you gon' take you some
I ain't know where to start, yuh, I was acting dumb
Remember days that car, yuh, I was trappin' some
F*ck the system, yeah, f*ck the system, bitch, I'm too up
F*ck the system, bitch, I'm breaking through, I ain't tryna be rude or none
Yeah, yeah, what you want
Black truck when I'm in yo' bitty, yeah, yeah, rollin' up
They know not to play with Tro, I get shit done
Ayo, Marvy, huh, yeah, what you on, shine like the sun
Smokin' backwoods, yeah, smokin' runtz, yeah
I Don't wanna talk to no god damn police, huh, I'm tryna run
Stick with a pop-up sight, come around my side, lil' boy, you're done, yeah
Chat all day, then get some money, lil' boy, you're dumb
Writer: Fabio Afoutou
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid