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letra de 3piece - slump6s

[chorus]
dropped three hits in a day, if that ain’t consistent, then i don’t know what is (benjicold, why you icy?)
lot of n-ggas saying they gon’ k!ll me, seem like y’all n-ggas been living off one diss (on god, on god)
whole bunch of n-ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don’t know what fun is
i’m in the stu’ right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y’all n-ggas that i’m on it (on god, on god, b-tch)
you ain’t got no backbone, n-gga boneless (on god, on god)
young n-gga runnin’ this sh-t, n-ggas know this
n-ggas saying i’m up next, n-ggas know this
n-ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n-ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (on god)
ew, and you still gon’ cuff that gnat?
tell him, “speak up”, n-gga, run that back
and i just touched down like a runningback (on god, on god)

[verse]
your life ain’t going so good, that’s a bummer
i’m tryna run up a mill’ for the summer, uh (okay)
n-gga’s love talking ’bout numbers
doing sh-t that i already did, are you dumb or not? (okay)
these n-ggas bе scared i could take they spot
thеm n-ggas was sleep, time to wake ’em up
that boy ’bout to fall, better pick him up
big body, it look like a pick-up truck
it’s crazy, i was finna work at a walmart (d-mn)
now i be spending a band at a walmart (d-mn)
that n-gga angry, he leaving a wall mark (d-mn)
n-ggas my fans, they got me as they wall art (d-mn)
you the type n-gga to steal out of walmart (d-mn)
i’m not ’cause my pockets fat like they paul blart (d-mn)
crazy ’cause these n-ggas box they like wall·e (d-mn)
withdraw a whole twenty bands off of talking (d-mn)
gang need to sit this one out, steven hawking (benjicold, why you icy?)
your b-tch, she do sound effects, she be gawking
seventeen and got a whip, i ain’t walking
bro need to get off my page, why you stalking?
okay, i really ain’t mean to be yelling
but that’s just how i get my point across
you catch an underground n-gga red handed and he try to go finger point across
really, bro, who carry cash ’round this b-tch?
n-ggas know i got a bag in this b-tch
they see the young boy been coming up in the game, now i got n-ggas mad in this b-tch
done took a dub, now they mad than a b-tch
you the type boy go out sad ’bout a b-tch
look at these boys and they laugh with my b-tch
f-ckin’ two twins, mary-kate, ashley, and sh-t
in a new benz, b-tch, i be bragging and sh-t
i’m a cool kid, i don’t be acting and sh-t
you don’t do sh-t, you don’t be active and sh-t
heard your new sh-t, n-gga, you average as sh-t
if i walked in the bank, the teller asking me how the f-ck i’m so young and i got this rich
the last time a lil’ n-gga turned him up some money, i flexed on his ass, then he got dismissed
[chorus]
dropped three hits in a day, if that ain’t consistent, then i don’t know what is (benjicold, why you icy?)
lot of n-ggas saying they gon’ k!ll me, seem like y’all n-ggas been living off one diss (on god, on god)
whole bunch of n-ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don’t know what fun is
i’m in the stu’ right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y’all n-ggas that i’m on it (on god, on god, b-tch)
you ain’t got no backbone, n-gga boneless (on god, on god)
young n-gga runnin’ this sh-t, n-ggas know this
n-ggas saying i’m up next, n-ggas know this
n-ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n-ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (on god)
ew, and you still gon’ cuff that gnat?
tell him, “speak up”, n-gga, run that back
and i just touched down like a runningback (on god, on god)

- slump6s

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