Lyrics:
Tres Leches
Wet cake Tres Leches
It's good it's real good that good good
Tres Leches
Wet cake Tres Leches
Wet cake Tres Leches
He want that wet
This real talk type shit, I swear to God
We just don't call this shit drink, you know I'm sayin'?
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch,
to the top, Ima kick down the ladder
BLM real, so it matter
But, a nigga play with me, he splattered
Got that dirty drink up in my bladder
I'm done with her,
to keep it real that's all It gotta be
I be tryna change my ways these niggas bring it out of me
I was born a gangster this ain't somethin that I try to be
Blood filled swimming pools waiting for the fool
Every red cent that he spent need to be paid
Fuck around and get beheaded if he do not behave
See he
it like the chest of Rin
I choke this bitch she love it told me put it in
Buss it on her lip
Beat her mans his blood on my fit
Put in pain all that
the plug
The shit that i smoke
Not no regular bud
Shit going brazy
But im not a blood
I roll by myself
And i roll with my blood
Its going down when i step
And you know I'm surrounded by thugs,
Blaqman gear on you know that's what's up,
Represent my team show some love,
We don't share blood but we family,
If
I let that bitch take you to a place that you Wouldn't want to go ayy no way a double
R
I let that bitch take you to a place that you Wouldn't want
we're blood related or anything, you know?)
(No Chromo)
(But when I see that ass hanging out of all those appliances)
Cory Bass
(It makes me want to risk
that's a band, you don't even understand it
I be taking up for you
but you be taking me for granted
Ain't too many real ones left
I'm trying to be
it with me let them bands off
That girl used to dub me now she say she see I’m up
Say she wanna come suck me up
I just might let her if that girl don’t
Aye, lets light this one real quick
Haha
Been on that grind
Wondering if it is my time, yeah
No I don't lie
It's like I was made for this life (it's
can't pick and choose
Throw away that Polo, you get Dior if I'm feelin' you
Bring in your friend, I like to fuck my bitches by the twos
R.I.P.
, is all you see with me ,My day ones, day ones, only thing that's real
My day ones, day ones, all count on me , My day ones, day ones, fishing for
creeped up on him and we made a scene
I ain't no blood, but, we made that nigga bleed
I was broke, now I'm up, now I gotta feed the team
Pull up on that
man killed by police
Shake her head in disbelief cause she see that it was me, Goddamn
Another body slain in the streets umm hmm
And we been needing
that I'm safe
I pay attention, niggas be actin like bitches, bitches ain't real as they say
She fuck on anybody, she don't care about anybody, she don't
go)
I change the sauce everytime in the season(for real)
You cannot tell but i know that they fienen(aye)
Never gon miss and i’ll give you
durkio I get it in blood
50 rounds out weighin yo drum
30 shots like steph wit a gun
The way that you speakin you reppin a thug
Careful cause people don't
ROW!"
Chorus: This is ill yall· Yo, it's for real yall·
Can't you see that I'm doom· And I'm about to be consumed·
So young· But sin has got me so
Let me get my pants up
Now I got my bands up
I just met that bitch and we fucking on a benz truck
Now I'm getting money I'ma pull up on a lamb truck
Ha
No more pain
I represent real Hip Hop
Not necessarily old school
You hear that beat that's foreign
And my brother Noex told me to do this shit
So
don't see a bankroll
Got rubber bands sitting in my pants by the chrome
And my AirPods in, I be blocking out the hoes
You can't ride my wave, stay
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