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letra de vamped - triple777

[verse 1: triple777]
huh, yuh
i could do this all day
if you don’t think i’m legit come and look at my face
you a disgrace
i don’t play i’m gettin’ payed for plays so put the mula on the
table or come meet yo’ fate

[verse 2: blckk]
look at how ya’ b-tch got played
you ain’t gotta love it but get the f-ck out the way
either way it go i’ma f-cking carry the weight
i don’t slow sh-t down ’till it’s everybody straight

[verse 3: triple777]
i’ma d-ck in the moshpit
underlord mobbin’
give me all the money ‘cus that is yo’ only option
crashin’ yo’ party
steppin’ like the army
b-tch you ain’t hard ‘cus you built like a barbie

[verse 4: blckk]
really shoulda shot me
i don’t f-ck around with the kids trynna pop me
next month trippin’ it’s a rack for the feature
f-ck t7 i’ma beat him in a seizure
don’t f-ck with y’all nеither, yeah, yeah
(hahaha, holy sh-t, yеahhh)
[verse 5: triple777]
b-tch, i’m done
put that money where it needa be
b-tch, f-ck all that talkin’ we gon’ really see
i’m smokin’ beats like i used to smoke tree
had to clear my mind to come and kick out yo’ t–th

[verse 6: blckk]
i’m up on that sh-t like it’s back when i started
i got my paper, ain’t that what you wanted?
set my sh-t up in y’all city i’m solid
sh-t that i did prolly make me a target

[verse 7: triple777]
unfortunately i’m fortunate bet you f-ckin’ mad
we recordin’ it while you snortin’ it well see who gets the bag
unlike jay z i wasn’t focused on the ave
my home is anywhere where i’m making music so gas

[verse 8: blckk]
die slow b-tch, i wanna kick it with the worst one
i been picking up habits and b-tch i’m not done
they put me out of commission and b-tch i still won
keep f-cking working the kitchen, i’m f-cking on one
(f-ck, godd-mn, we’re gonna have to bring out the big guns)
(wassup, ayo hxstage!)
[verse 9: hxstage]
get up, pick up
bags of the money i’m f-ckin’
p-ssed off, fists up
talkin’ sh-t it’s your skull that i’m f-ckin’
stomp my boots through the back of his head
talking sh-t online think he tough, now that b-tch f-ckin’ dead
failing 7 times to make a wave lookin’ ass b-tch
“i just need my motherf-ckin’ drugs!”
yo’ sh-t trash b-tch
f-ck both these f-ggots on the front half, i’m f-ckin’ up the back half
peach rings out the backpack i grab that
yo, lookin’ like a clown b-tch you a f-ckin’ joke
please don’t stick around b-tch i hope you f-ckin’ choke
(ayo, f-ck, guess what? you f-cked up!)

[verse 10: triple777]
i told you not to f-ck wimme unless you gettin’ buck wimmie
you f-ck wimme you end up under me and that’s a guarantee
and n0body ever got the meaning the vision i be seein’
feelin’ so d-mn defeated said f-ck it i’ma keep on teachin’
runnin’ to the top ‘cus god i need it, god i need it
i be dreamin’ can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout the time that i’ma beat this
f-ck it

[outro: triple777]
enter my mind
my demons reply
it’s where this reside
my passion divine!

- triple777

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