letra de 3peat - jboof.wav
(drtymoneydon):
three hoes on the bed that’s my laker 3-peat
your b-tch on her knees and she bopping on my meat
they call me salchicha, b-tch it’s nice to meet ya
running round with the teachers, talking that sh-t like a preacher
yea she’s fienin’ for the guap i don’t give a f-ck
yea i got the coogi on my socks, and i got the godd-mn sweater call me biggie poppa
and i got the f-cking chopper on my neck, call that hotter
hoe motherf-cker, b-tches ain’t playing with me
call me dirty money don in the back of the jeep
i’m just rolling on that woody, ain’t smoking it at larry’s
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m just running in this sh-t like barry
barry bonds swinging homers
f-cking on your b-tch, we see your b-tch, she give me dome
running around with your b-tch
y’all already know that she ain’t out here f-cking with snitches, y’all already know that she’s h-tting
(chorus) (jboof.wav)
bending blocks up in the rover
crazy face like i’m the motherf-cking joker
big clips that imma waste when i pull up
if i don’t know you and you need some pack, just hit motherf-cking motorola
come catch me on the block strolling
but if you run up imma pull it
quarter sacking plays like i’m the goat
tom brady and i’m smoking sour haze, it smell like sh-t, i’m like who did it?
get the bands, stack it, then i’ll split it
your b-tch wants my digits, i just wanna hit it
p-ss it, smoking big sh-t, gucci duffel, with the bricks, b-tch
in the back smoking piff
(verse 2) (konsept)
i ain’t got no time, i can’t conversate
but i’m stomping on his fingers with a hockey skate
thinks he’s safe, but i’ll pull up to his mama’s place
then i’ll drag him out the door before i slash his mama’s face, aye!
n-gg-s fake, n-gg-s hate, n-gg-s lame like a b-tch
get the f-ck out my face, got a blade with a switch
i’m insane, i can’t wait to feel the pain, get my fix
running with the gang, hit a stain, hit a lick
this is it, got a stick with this d-ck in the cut
got no time for a sl-t, yea these b-tches wanna f-ck
you get cut, you a sm-t, you be acting like a c-nt
say what’s up, run it up, run it up, run it up, aye!
(chorus) (jboof.wav)
bending blocks up in the rover
crazy face like i’m the motherf-cking joker
big clips that imma waste when i pull up
if i don’t know you and you need some pack, just hit motherf-cking motorola
come catch me on the block strolling
but if you run up imma pull it
quarter sacking plays like i’m the goat
tom brady and i’m smoking sour haze, it smell like sh-t, i’m like who did it?
get the bands, stack it, then i’ll split it
your b-tch wants my digits, i just wanna hit it
p-ss it, smoking big sh-t, gucci duffel, with the bricks, b-tch
in the back smoking piff
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