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letra de down bad - 3200 tre

[intro: blade man]
i’ll zip, pss, alright
i’ll zip my, okay

[verse: blade man]
i’ll zip my hoody up if ain’t got my mask
i heard you n-ggas broke as f-ck and y’all down bad
.223s wrecked a n-gga car, now he down bad
this celine jacket really cost about two racks
he just gave this fiend some cut, i’m like, why the f-ck you do that?
i’on really give a f-ck, if you want some smoke, we can do that
was gon’ have lil’ bro rob ’em, but i said, “he a cool cat”
this b-tch just blew my high, i need a perc to get my mood back

[verse 2: 3200 tre]
step in here, you might die, watch where your feet at
i caught a case and beat it, now i’m tryna get my heat back
i’m tired of the b-tch i got now, where you cheat at?
i always have my gun at thе door before i peep at it
come on, you a cigarеtte smoker, you got a cheap habit
hm, how the f-ck you not rich? you got three pateks
huh, i know the money comin’, i just gotta keep rappin’
this b-tch suck the d-ck and clean the mess herself, she don’t need napkins

[verse 3: blade man]
this n-gga seen 20 thousand, think it’s immaculate
i got some plays out there in the a where the falcons is
took a bad b-tch to the room, i had too master it
my old b-tch went and got a n-gga, i got a badder b-tch
i know you wearin’ fake sh-t, look how the fabric is
unc ass be actin’ like he broke like he ain’t pastor rich
bro trippin’ in the h-llcat, he tryna stab this b-tch
stop bein’ tender over that ho, i already been stabbed the b-tch
[verse 4: 3200 tre]
i couldn’t go to my mans crib, i was bad and sh-t
huh, i’m always p-ssed off, they say i just be mad at sh-t
hm, i flip ‘bows, you be breakin’ down a half and sh-t
hm, you ain’t payin’ all her bills, you pay half the sh-t
sh-t, huh, i think you half a man
right now i’m breakin’ bricks down, started wit’ a half a gram
i used to cook the dope instantly ‘fore i had a gram
hm, you can’t call yourself no goat if you ain’t had a lamb

[verse 5: blade man]
why the f-ck you think you sh-ttin’ cause you got a band?
i just called my white b-tch, she said she need some xans
bad b-tch, but she don’t know her worth, f-cked me out my pants
they ain’t never seen these gallery department vans
you n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no pape’, you gotta keep your distance
these n-ggas always so cap, they be speakin’ fiction
before this b-tch come in the crib, i’ma have to frisk her
bro in the kitchen mad as h-ll, he done broke his blender

[verse 6: 3200 tre]
huh, i upped the gun on the cam’, i done broke the picture
huh, i used to get on ass at school, i was roastin’ n-ggas
huh, take that shiesty mask off, covid over, n-gga
you can’t buy no rick owens, you still owin’ n-ggas
hm, i can tote two ars ’cause my shoulder bigger
i think my plug got my message, the code delivered
hm, i’m nothin’ like steve austin, i’ma colder n-gga
hm, i think your p-ssy blew out if you like older n-ggas
[outro: 3200 tre]
ah, yeah, real money counter, mine sh-t, n-gga

- 3200 tre

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