Tragic B - Laundromat

She give me brain like a brainiac
I fucks with all the bad bitches in the almanac
I got the flyest shoes on the coldesac
Never catch me sleeping insomniac
Catch me wearing gold chains at the laundromat
I be throwin mad bone dark marowak
Getting lost in the sauce I'm throwing back
I ain't never been the type of man to holla back
You can see me goin crazy on the dance
I got a big bulge in my pants
She be twerkin that booty with confidence
And now my dick is getin harder than a lance
You can see me goin hard on the paint
Bad girl swallowed all my babies like a saint
And you know the haters always gonna hate
Till the sweat drips down my taint

They call me Tragic
I'm at the laundromat
They call me Tragic
I'm at the laundromat
They call me Tragic
I'm at the laundromat
They call me Tragic
I'm just getting head at the laundromat

I made the pussy wet like a riptide
I'm gonna have to let this pussy drip dry
Sometimes I hit the pussy on the flip side
And I smoke weed when I wanna get high
What the fuck you knowin bout class
I just rolled a blunt on a rich girl's ass
They call me Tragic, some tools don't know how to act
I'm just smokin weed and gettin head at the laundromat

See me goin crazy on the dance
I got a big bulge in my pants
She be twerkin that booty with confidence
And now my dick is getin harder than a lance
You can see me goin hard on the paint
Bad girl swallowed all my babies like a saint
And you know the haters always gonna hate
Till the sweat drips down my taint

They call me Tragic
I'm at the laundromat
They call me Tragic
I'm at the laundromat
They call me Tragic
I'm at the laundromat
They call me Tragic
I'm just getting head at the laundromat

Written by:
Travis Bazanele

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