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letra de triple threat - oxycaution

[verse 1: oxycaution]
32 bullets flying at yo head, f-ck a vest
start to feel like rambo, point a ak at yo neck
spraying at you now you wet
red dot coming out the tec
me, ace and oxy, that’s a three piece dining set
don’t talk to these little n-ggas, i don’t owe you no respect
so i stole this n-ggas breath
chin check
f-cking uppercut
now a n-gga getting buck
so this n-gga out of luck
draco spraying, better duck
tummy tuck, clips will bust
bullets raining so these choppas betta rust
3 demons, one body, which is gonna take control
smartphone flexing n-gga trapping off the motoroll
mobile phone
shooting sticks n stones
at a gl-ss house
dropping b-ss just like a n-gga name was deadmau5
i’m a little heathen, f-ck a spouse
shove my bl–dy fist up her blouse

[hook: oxycaution]
triple threat, blood is wet
burn his house, f-ck his set
triple threat, blood is wet
you a soldier, im a vet (x4)

[verse 2: oxycaution]
when that blood starts to pour
kick that b-tch up out the door
but she didn’t want to leave, told her to get on the floor
stomped on her head now it’s bl–dy f-cking t–th galore
trapping out the dollar store
sacrificed some wild boar
then i went and k!lled a couple wh0r-s
nothing big, just a couple ch0r-s
rotten to the core
oxy’s sold his soul before
no surprise there, smartphone flexing
ain’t no resting
when you wanted for possessing
lethal weapons
p-ssy n-ggas i be wrecking
oxy goin ryu uppercutting n-ggas like in tekken
oxy goin calliou
d-ck is bald like terry crews
i’m on a cruise
tryna catch ya favorite thot
shawty wanting me cuz she likes the way i walk
and how i talk
now she sucking c-ck
now she wants a rock, on a ring
but she must see some angel wings
b-tch, you ain’t getting sh-t
except a l1ck up on this d-ck
when i bust l1ck the tip
and tell your friends you got to hit

[verse 3: lil sploof]
triple threat
blood wet
put some ice up on my neck
on set
on that gang
n-gga 10k what i rep
if you pull up on my n-ggas, n-gga you gon end up dead
stashing bread like a pillsbury doughboy
lil n-gga, where is yo dough boy?
you ain’t got no flow boy
i ain’t playing games, n-gga i ain’t got no toys
all my hoes cheeks is soft like some corduroy
100 clip in yo gang, leave you n-ggas mortified
smoke a blue hunnid now a n-gga feelin more than high
know i like my hoes with the foreign thighs
pull up in the coupe, in the beam m3
double cup with the lean
and im dropping jollies
hilfiger tommy
and i’ll catch a body
in a hotel lobby
f-cking on yo auntie
toting on the shotty
diamonds all glossy
neck looking rocky
don’t f-ck with me and oxy

- oxycaution

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