TD lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Chorus: Problem]
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Don't make us turn it up on you n*ggas right quick
Don't make me turn it up on you b*tches right quick
X2
Yall n*ggas turnt down

[Verse 1: The Game]
They call me racked up shawty
Aka MCM backpack shawty
Louisiana all them n*ggas say whodie
But I'm from killa Cali where they f*ck with E-40

[Verse 2: Problem]
Killas with me so they know I got the 40
And they ready to bust in case you pussies get horny
So ready to play the game like a tourny
Compton California and I wear it like a jordan

[Verse 3: The Game]
The baby ain't mine b*tch you on Maury
Chain like the R.O.C Shawn Corey
She don't smoke weed she say the marijuana boring
But b*tches hit sh*t for the game Robert Horry
[Verse 4: Problem]
I'm high as sh*t I ain't with the metaphoring
Baby I'm trynna f*ck that
Lick it make it dribble like a baller with six left
It's time to make a move like a rolex with six chicks

[Chorus: Problem]
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Don't make us turn it up on you n*ggas right quick
Don't make me turn it up on you b*tches right quick
X2
Yall n*ggas turnt down

[Verse 5: The Game]
I'm f*cking b*tches I'm f*cking b*tches (like what)
I'm popping bottles I'm popping bottles (like what)
Hella racks in my trues
And the P on my snapback stand for Piru

[Verse 6: Problem]
Bottle boys ho we ain't no babies
4th of July G's raising those pagers
Legalized thugging bread like Togo's
Go against mine Ima snap like photos
[Verse 7: The Game]
R.I.P Lil Frogg, retired the Polo
Ghost got dust on it bring back the low low
n*ggas running up on The Game cause he's solo
I'll beat yo ass like Floyd did Coto

[Verse 8: Problem]
n*ggas talk swag I done bought more clothes than them
Can't talk b*tches I done f*cked more hoes than them
Real with every quote can't stand it with a podium
Smashing coupe his bro To be in

[Chorus: Problem]
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Don't make us turn it up on you n*ggas right quick
Don't make me turn it up on you b*tches right quick
X2
Yall n*ggas turnt down

[Verse 9: The Game]
Free Boosie
Cause that's what a n*gga play when a n*gga eat coochie

[Verse 10: Problem]
Her man never wear it out like a box of free stüssy
With two chocolate treats, I'm rollin' no tootsie
Bed with both of em crackin no footsie
Sick with the di*k gotta stan no Tookie
Magic, like Shaquille when he rookie
Gone on sight like Reese did Roochy
I'm On
[Verse 11: The Game]
Karrueche, body all Gucci
Every n*gga wanna eat that up raw sushi
Fine chyna, gold digger, 49er
See me with 9 of the baddest b*tches at Benihanas
Commas lawyers for the drama
Soon as you say "I'mma," n*ggas hit you with the llama
Swimming in that spade you get ate up by piranhas
Turn yo True Religions into pajamas cause

[Chorus: Problem]
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Yo b*tches TD, yo n*ggas TD
Don't make us turn it up on you n*ggas right quick
Don't make me turn it up on you b*tches right quick
X2
Yall n*ggas turnt down
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