Lyrics:
that you like?
Cuz you're bout to get suites at the Triple-A
Sip fine wine Cabernet
Private elevator rides to my high rise getaway
But don't forget
four-for-four, yeah Patek, a finesser
Fendi with the feather no stretcher
He overdosed, had the 'Cet wet, make the bed up
Craig Green had the triple beam, it's
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo, Just Don Wolverines like I play with Webber
Crossover Fieg Pippens with the leopard
Next
Show them boys that we ain't scared
Yeah, on that buck shit
Triple M walked in the club straight up on that fuck shit (fuck shit)
C-r-u-n-k, pop
out, got on, took it to bowling green where I could sell it
And triple up the profit while I feed 'em anesthetics
Big creature like the relic, play
on
When me roll around with them killers, you know we don't play
Hit you with the mini 1-4 you gon' go "huh" like Rozay
These pussy niggas think they
triple platinum overnight
Then re-emerge in Costa Rica with Tupac
Like Who Shot Ya - Guess who it's not
Since last time you paid attention I lost some
Lil Blood watching for the feds, your baby mama play in my dreads
I fucked her on your bed, she don't even give you head
Light skin nigga you red
firmly upon the stage. You keep searching that machine for a triple cherry. There's an old man with no PA and a face of leather. He sings and plays. When
with da iron
Workin all day n night I ain't heard'a no sleep I be all the way up on my grind
Ain't no way I can stop makin play to da bank I got me
busted
I G5 and he bussed it
"I'm like oh that's what you doin?
I ain't hating, I'm disgusted"
Now how you gon go from a triple OG
To a nigga who'd
the criticism aside get on a track say what the fuck you wanna say
The radios gonna play whatever the listeners say it should
And I want the listeners say they
play the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you still payin
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
I'm a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant,
Dead Bodys Get Picked Up
I'm David In Teen's Now
Niggas We're Digital, But They Work Triple Beams Now
I'm Livin' For Me Now, 'cause I Done Went To War
today I'm by myself and I don't even feel alone
Like to smoke cigs every time I feel the outside
Like to play chicks but get mad when they get new
Forgiven out of position
Everybody wanna rap, nobody really committed
Wanna be MJ, not willin' to play Pippen
Stay driven, you kiddin' niggas always gotta
Listerine (Splash)
Wash the money, Mr clean
(Work) , PCP and nicotine (Mula)
Bitch, I'm Sleezy, I'm Big Sleeze
(Ewok) , it's big B's
Don't you play me,
took me a hit
Triple XX music with that BasedGod talent
Pretty boy, rich nigga make my goons violent
Bruh talking all that shit
Cause I wear pink shirts
Finna pop another triple stack
We just cracked a jar
Up that Glock, keep pokin' out my shirt
Send his ass to God
Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'?
Is you
ill teach ya couple lessons , ya im riding around ima catching juggs im catching plays im making moves you. can't catch me. nigga I can't lose , bitch
C'est mort (dead)
Zéro fair-play, nous, c'est sérieux, m'appelle pas pour un match amical (non, non)
Tu nous as vu courir tout droit, cours par terre
You niggas ain't it, ha
You up the score, we up the score, it ain't much to come spin
You double-back, we triple-back, quadruple, fuck it, come
triple
It's a zone of turbulence, we a buss a brand new single
We still the same,
Just a few wrinkle pon the face (yeah)
No record pon a frame
But we
an business don't click
cuz family members try to play you like a bitch
I'm quick to pistol whip this shit outta niggas like this
my niggas from the Vill killin
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