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letra de triple cup/ everything - ahmir the king

hopped off the porch like i’m that n-gga jumped in the hooptie
my only mission is to f-ck the city up
the ruler wit a triple cup
my southern challis f-ck my balance
limpin saggin
kneel and kiss the pinky damsel
b-tches like he think he handsome d-mn right
you got all the questions i got all the answers
man i swear i gotta get it so i’m takin chances
money and my family is all a n-gga care about
they tryna be heirs to me, i’m just tryna air em out
its obvious i bred the style
don’t bite the hand that fed you power
slight of hand gave me midas hand yea i finessed the crown
and now i’m touching down
paint the city gold let’s flood the town
camo wrapped around cuz we at war i know my brothers down no f-ckin round
i know nothin else but how to make it bruh
i can’t be no worker n-gga
i swear they don’t make enough
i can’t be no corporate n-gga
this smile just ain’t fake enough
im just talkin sh-t for all my n-ggas tryna break the cuffs
these rappin n-ggas lame as f-ck
my foot all on the cranium
sitting ducks was never quick to duck so we just aim at them
prayin for the best but boy we ready if the danger come
we prayin for the best but boy we ready if the danger come i swear

[verse 2]

one for the money 2 to get through to ya soul
i’m true to this them demons round me my crucifix glitter gold
the root of this sh-t was obvious money b-tches and hoes
expensive whips and the clothes make me empty clips on my foes
mix the gin like its ‘94 and i’m double o g
double ’07 whips double d’s in the p-ssenger seat
double the pressure and leave em limp in a casket deceased
you n-ggas ain’t rapping with me
you literally gr-ss to my cleats
you livin in gl-ss tryna heave a stone lil b-st-rd just leave me lone
no distractions less it’s cash or the -ss on a nia long
you want static just bring a chrome you can have it
aim at ya brim ain’t no cappin we let it spill til it leak from ya dome
since black tape you n-ggas sound like bleach on a song
white lies it’s all toxic don’t worry i got it
top shotta blunt fl1cker hunt figures wit a stale face
used to wear a heavy heart i had to dump the dead weight
these days all i do is h-ll raise inhale eighths and see how many franklin’s it’ll take to break the d-mn safe
a d-mn shame i been away and n-ggas ain’t catch up to me
no wonder yall in love with me
i told you they can’t f-ck with me dawg

[hook]
on everything on everything if i want it ima take it i ain’t asking for nothin
on everything i want everything yall done turned me to a greedy lil b-st-rd or sumn so its
1 for the money 2 for the hoes i know they plottin so i watch em real close
1 for the money 2 for the bros
its do or die and n-gga you know how it go thats on everything

- ahmir the king

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