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letra de 3peat - $tupid young & mbnel

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[verse 1: mbnel]
aye stupid ask about me, been that n-gga since my school days
headshot, i’ll treat your teacher to some kool-aid
freethrows, we shootin’ sh-t likes it’s 2k
crip n-gga, but i’m still fly like a blue jay
boss n-gga, that’s why your b-tch in love with me
i’m rollin’ n-gga and i just popped another [?]
who she choosin’? i think your b-tch is onto me
now she in my foreign, ooh she toppin’ me
yous a b-tch, yous a female
i just made your your whole week cheque right off a email
we livin’ fast, full speed, f-ck a seat belt
your homie died, check the news, read the details
aye, stupid, me, and young, back to back that’s like a 3 peat
you hollerin’, “free that boy,” when you know that n-gga pc’d
hollow tips and these bullets lookin’ like 3d
sneak dissin’, but you n-ggas don’t ever see me

[chorus: teejay3k]
ready to bend a n-gga block with the chop
on the guys, i’ma die by this gang sh-t
and i pin it for a op, n-gga we gon’ let out shots
f-ck em’ n-ggas that you came with
n-ggas slid up on your dawg and he died
but you n-ggas still ain’t slide, cause that n-gga still alive
if i catch him i’m gon’ ride, i’ma look him in his eyes
right before i let that thang rip
[verse 2: $tupid young]
they talkin ’bout construction, got that hammer when it’s drill time
n-gga caught a case, he started tellin’ for a little time
you don’t want your name in bold letters on the headline
give his life a deadline, we catch him then it’s bed time
gold chains make these p-ssy n-ggas get they hate on
youngin’ from the eastside who tryna put the ao
fly crip n-gga puttin’ work with all this bape on
never talkin’ to me, choppa singing like a drake song
30 clip, tinted windows when we do a skit
you a b-tch, hollow tips, f-ck who you with
empty clips, watch that p-ssy n-gga do a flip
not a pimp, but the glock made him have a limp
your homie died and you n-ggas still ain’t slide yet
choppa make a n-gga lean like he sippin’ hitech
only got love for money, family, and my set
young wild n-ggas from the trenches within my set

[chorus: teejay3k]
ready to bend a n-gga block with the chop
on the guys, i’ma die by this gang sh-t
and i pin it for a op, n-gga we gon’ let out shots
f-ck em’ n-ggas that you came with
n-ggas slid up on your dawg and he died
but you n-ggas still ain’t slide, cause that n-gga still alive
if i catch him i’m gon’ ride, i’ma look him in his eyes
right before i let that thang rip

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