Triple T Anthem

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, it’s Trent to the world, but Bonedawg to his boys,
Triple T at night when he’s makin’ that fuckin’ noise.
Buffalo Bills on his mind, Labatt Blue in his hand,
He’s the Commish in this league, the fuckin’ man with the plan.

[Verse 1]
Trent in the daylight, but when the sun goes down,
Bonedawg’s out huntin’, runnin’ this fuckin’ town.
Milfs in his sights, Latina ass he craves,
Fat girls chase him, but he ain’t diggin’ those waves.

Bills Mafia reppin’, he bleeds red, white, and blue,
Fantasy football’s his life, he’s comin’ for you.
Labatt in his hand, always ready to chug,
Draft night hits, he’s Triple T with the fuckin’ plug.

[Chorus]
Bonedawg’s the fuckin’ name, but Triple T at night,
Buffalo’s finest, keepin’ shit tight.
Milfs on his list, Latina ass in his sight,
But fat girls can fuck off, they ain’t his type.

[Verse 2]
He fuckin’ loves his boys, Sherman League’s his fam,
From draft day to game day, he don’t give a damn.
Talk shit if you want, he’s heard it all before,
But when he wins that ring, you’ll be beggin’ for more.

Labatt Blue flowin’, takin’ swigs like a beast,
Bills Mafia pride, he’s fuckin’ never the least.
Late nights, weekends, Triple T’s in the zone,
Makin’ moves, breakin’ rules, fuckin’ up your throne.

[Chorus]
Bonedawg’s the fuckin’ name, but Triple T at night,
Buffalo’s finest, keepin’ shit tight.
Milfs on his list, Latina ass in his sight,
But fat girls can fuck off, they ain’t his type.

[Bridge]
He’s Trent to the world, but they don’t know the half,
Bonedawg to his boys, always good for a laugh.
But when the night falls, and the party gets lit,
Triple T emerges, and he don’t take no fuckin’ shit.

[Verse 3]
He’s the Commish, the king of this game,
But he don’t need a title to make his fuckin’ name.
Buffalo Bills run deep in his veins,
Fantasy football’s where he’s leavin’ his stains.

Milfs in his DMs, Latina ass he’ll chase,
Fat girls keep tryin’, but they can’t keep pace.
Sherman League’s his life, the boys are his crew,
But don’t get it twisted, he’s fuckin’ comin’ for you.

[Chorus]
Bonedawg’s the fuckin’ name, but Triple T at night,
Buffalo’s finest, keepin’ shit tight.
Milfs on his list, Latina ass in his sight,
But fat girls can fuck off, they ain’t his type.

[Outro]
So here’s to Bonedawg, the man, the myth,
Trent by day, Triple T when he’s pissed.
Buffalo Bills, Labatt in his hand,
He’s the king of this league, y’all don’t fuckin’ understand.