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letra de 3d - big mali

3d lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh, uh, the f-ck?
look
(joeybars, you b-tch)
ayy

[chorus]
you know we won’t hop on the ‘net, we gon’ talk with this tec, we gon’ make that sh-t 3d (grrt)
when we sendin’ them shots, it’s direct, we ain’t talkin’ no cap, but we put him on tv (uh-huh)
when we come to your crib, yeah, we come to your block, we gon’ make that sh-t spin like a cd (bah)
walk him down, makin’ sure that he see me (ayy)
shout out to bribri, she f-ck with the tp (gang)
big mali, number one special
tell them lil’ b-tches go get it together (uh-huh)
you poppin’ your sh-t through a phone, i could never (no)
we pullin’ up, we ain’t usin’ berettas, goofy (b-tch)
b-tch, i’m a dog just like scooby (uh)
come with them glocks, then your ass better use it (grrt)
you come with the gang, then they better get to it
7.62 make you sound like the music, uh-huh

[verse 1]
bro, why the f-ck did you try? (why?)
we know you p-ssy, just look in your eyes
and we know he a ho, he don’t need no disguise (ho)
he got a p-ssy, it’s fatter than mine, the f-ck? (ew)
and no, i ain’t doin’ entanglements (no)
rather get money and start rearranging it (yes, ayy)
made up my mind and b-tch, no, i ain’t changin’ it (no)
rather get money, i ain’t into titling, ayy
you better be ready, you droppin’ the addy (uh-huh)
you better be ready for real (skrrt)
you know if they want it, they grabbin’ (uh-huh)
you say that you havin’, they comin’ and robbin’ you, lil’ boo
we know that you brother be actin’, he stood on the package
the whole city know that he squealed (rat)
you knew them lil’ n-ggas go for a bill (tell you)
they aim and shoot like the n-gga shaquille, the f-ck? (bach)
they aim and shoot with the glock, with that fye ’cause they lock
perfect aim when they shoot at your eye
p-ssy gon’ cap in his rap out his mouth
i can’t f-ck with a n-gga who tried to go live
hate the way they be on my d-ck and they be on my sh-t
you would think i got one by thighs (ew)
you know my lil’ n-ggas pop like surprise
they aim and shoot, lock and shoot at your eye, the f-ck?
[chorus]
you know we won’t hop on the ‘net, we gon’ talk with this tec, we gon’ make that sh-t 3d (grrt)
when we sendin’ them shots, it’s direct, we ain’t talkin’ no cap, but we put him on tv (uh-huh)
when we come to your crib, yeah, we come to your block, we gon’ make that sh-t spin like a cd (bah)
walk him down, makin’ sure that he see me (ayy)
shout out to bribri, she f-ck with the tp (gang)
big mali, number one special
tell them lil’ b-tches go get it together (uh-huh)
you poppin’ your sh-t through a phone, i could never (no)
we pullin’ up, we ain’t usin’ berettas, goofy (b-tch)
b-tch, i’m a dog just like scooby (uh)
come with them glocks, then your ass better use it (grrt)
you come with the gang, then they better get to it
7.62 make you sound like the music, uh-huh

[verse 2]
7.62 make you sound like you whitney (hah)
i got a glock with a drum and a fifty (bah)
say hi to tool to stop movin’ like mickey (what’s up?)
when i pull that b-tch out, have ’em runnin’ like ricky (uh, singin’)
knew it was up, so i stuck with her (gang)
hammer can shoot ’em, i knuck if you buck with us
i aim with the plan, ain’t gon’ act tough with her (nope)
i do get to sprayin’ and f-ck up your face, you lil’ b-tch (bang)
p-ssy, you poppin’ online (what’s up?)
and you say you got guns, so we thought you was gangster (for real)
you can’t pull a trigger, you type with your fingers (no)
you postin’ you p-ssy at four different angles, uh (the f-ck?)
and b-tch, i can’t go to the internet (no)
b-tches be 12 and you can’t pull me into that (no)
keep talkin’ sh-t and you know we get rid of that (for real)
if i’ma start, then my brothers gon’ finish that, duh (for real)
you poppin’ your sh-t through a motherf-ckin’ sh-t
b-tch, you better be with it in person (b-tch)
you sayin’ you tough and you gangster, you with it for real
then i’m sendin’ these bullets, they hurtin’ (brrt)
and you know if i catch me an opp, then i’m whippin’ that b-tch
on the gang, b-tch, you know that’s for certain (hood)
they get her gone for a motherf-ckin’ birkin (for real)
they in your bushes, yeah, they get to lurkin’
but anyway, come with the glocks, and b-tch, come with the fyes
and b-tch, come with the motherf-ckin’ drums (grrt, grrt)
come with your mama and sister and aunt (come on)
come with the drama, we makin’ it jump, for sure (bah, bah)
we get it crackin’, it’s easy (boom)
i make a call and they comin’, believe me (for real)
i’m walkin’ down, makin’ sure that he see me (for real)
just like we said, we gon’ put him on tv (the f-ck?)

- big mali

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