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lirik lagu 2sg tay - triple threat

triple threat lyrics
[intro: cocaine mali]
six, six, six
grrt (go)
boom, let’s go (skrrt)
go
(tzy on some other sh~t)
gang, gang, ayy, ayy

[chorus: getrichzay & cocaine mali]
ayy, we got choppers, glocks, whatever
n~gga get caught wherever (grrt, boom, boom)
ayy, f~ckin’ this dumb white b~tch named heather
i swear that ass hot like a fever (uh, baow, baow, baow, uh)
oh, i swear you can get it however
i stay with my glock and bro stay with that beretta (grrt, grrt, yeah)
i ain’t tryna talk, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cheddar (aight, come on)
still free all the guys, still writin’ them letters (six)
just f~cked a n~gga b~tch first day that i met her (come on)
just blocked the b~tch number, h~ll nah, i won’t text her (h~ll nah)
big touchscreen sh~t when i ride in that tesla (skrrt)
n~gga might get slammed in this b~tch like a wrestler (let’s go), i swear
ayy, faceshot gang sit ’em down like a chair (boom, what else?)
got so many hoes in this b~tch, we could share (ayy, come on, yeah)
nah, so many hoes in this b~tch we could play (no cap)
might f~ck two hoes, get them hoes by the pair
[verse 1: cocaine mali]
go, go (boom)
big coke just had a play at the store
uh, i show you how to go get you a ten pack when we all off the dope
studio full of them glizzies and ars, in love with exotic poles (boom)
n~gga can’t name one time he seen us and we ain’t have fifty or more (uh)
i’m on the block straight workin’ (work)
n~gga be burnt out poppin’ them fentanyl thirties
ho, you popped your thirty (thirty)
ho, you know how to work it (uh, work it)
baow, baow, baow, baow, hit the whip, reverse it (reverse it)
speakin’ on work you ain’t do, all these n~ggas merchin’ (all these n~ggas merchin’)
high speed on the narcs (skrrt), dirty car, can’t let ’em search it (uh~uh)
i’m numb to the bullsh~t (uh), i clutch off the perkies
get hit with a full clip, won’t let no n~gga hurt me (boom)
don’t fear that rapper, ain’t caught a hat and lyin’ all his verses, yeah

[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, we got choppers, glocks, whatever
n~gga get caught wherever (grrt)
ayy, f~ckin’ this dumb white b~tch named heather
i swear that ass hot like a fever (uh, uh, i swear)
oh, i swear you can get it however (uh)
i stay with my glock and bro stay with that beretta (stay with that yeah)
i ain’t tryna talk, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cheddar (aight, come on)
still free all the guys, still writin’ them letters (six)
just f~cked a n~gga b~tch first day that i met her (come on)
just blocked the b~tch number, h~ll nah, i won’t text her (h~ll nah)
big touchscreen sh~t when i ride in that tesla (skrrt)
n~gga might get slammed in this b~tch like a wrestler (let’s go), i swear
ayy, faceshot gang sit ’em down like a chair (boom, what else?)
got so many hoes in this b~tch, we could share (ayy, come on, yeah)
nah, so many hoes in this b~tch we could play (no cap)
might f~ck two hoes, get them hoes by the pair
[verse 2: 2sg tay]
lil tay top shotta, i do what i want to (yeah)
go lurk on your block (big six), watch how quick i come through (yeah)
we slide with chop, sh~t like kung fu
ain’t run from a beam and a scope (boom), what you gon’ do? (boom, boom)
i’m from beyond side, them boys scared
never creep with a opp ho (six), she givin’ me head (yeah)
the six way up on the score
two opps just got hit, tryna touch us some more (hahaha)
lil tay get to bl!ckin’, red tips at your ‘fro
opp n~ggas, they don’t trust, put d~ck in they ho
they b~tch throwin’ cook road strapped up
come on my side bullsh~ttin’, get clapped up (big six)
last n~ggas came through the hood got backed up (uh~huh)
thirty~three with a drum, so you know i’m gon’ act up
’cause i really get sh~t gone (get what?)
can’t speak up too much, you know 12 tappin’ phones (12)
folks get some weed, just smoke him to the dome (f~ck weezy, f~ck weezy)
this should be my cologne ’cause the boy way too strong (f~ck weezy)

[outro]
(tzy on some other sh~t)

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