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lirik lagu 3200 tre - play shoes

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[intro: 3200 tre]
don’t stop it, just let it rock like
come on (ooh, sav k!lled it)
what up, sav?
we finna, we finna, i’ma take these boys on a walk like

[verse 1: 3200 tre]
huh, i don’t think you make money, you call [?]
hm, i’m finna drop this whole pint, i’m finna [?]
hm, all i do is talk sh~t, they like to call it [?]
you can’t pull up and take this much out the bank, you gotta call and grab it
hm, i’m not no n~gga you can play with, b~tch, i stand on ten
i put 5k on his head and on his feet, make him stand on ten
huh, i’m just gon’ shoot you, b~tch, i’m not gon’ break my hand again
if you shut up and play your cards right, you won’t need another man again
huh, i pay all the bills, you don’t got a reason to worry
hm, if i hit the [?], i might leave with a thirty
huh, i like to keep my fn, i can legally tote it
they told my brother he was sick in the head ’cause he was bleaching a birdy
huh, n~gga tried me, i got all my chains and pape’ still
hm, you tryna do businеss with me? then bring a great dеal
hm, i could’ve swore i dropped a 12, how i got 8 still?
i could change my whole hood like right now, and they gon’ hate still
hm, like how the f~ck you mad at me ’cause i’m the one that’s havin’?
we had the same 24 hours, you ain’t up your status
hm, i went from bending n~ggas blocks to driving trucks with paddocks
huh, re~up where? just go upstairs and grab another package
[verse 2: rmc mike]
too much dog sh~t in the bed, i need another mattress
he not havin’ like he say, he live above the statis’
i think i got another pint, just like above the cabinet
i need another pack of percs, i told bud to grab it
hm, put a bricky in a press, i’m finna suflex it
.50 cal big as h~ll, this b~tch go through vests
b~tch, don’t speak unless i say, i gave her two questions
the way she playing with my b~lls, feel like a hoop session
hm, i told her check up, i got my check up
hm, i hit the road without the bag, i told it catch up
the paint hot honey mustard, the inside ketchup
we ride with switches on our glock, bro, put that tec up
i got my ass up out of flint, that was a great move
hm, if i beat you one on one, we cannot play twos
hm, we just drunk a whole pint, feel like i can’t move
i spent 2000 on some kicks, but these my play shoes
hm, i think balenciaga, or maybe even prada
i got a different doctor, i bang the pistol proper
your n~gga stressing ’bout that pape’, we got two different problems
we hit the spot with too much water, b~tch, go get some goggles
you know wafi made it
hm, you gon’ copy, ain’t it?
told my b~tch i only want that p~ssy when it’s ovulated
real shooter, b~tch, my trigger finger grammy nominated
we gotta split this sh~t in half, i’m the denominator
just got through f~ckin’ some thicker than a phonebook
he upped the strap and didn’t bust, got his pole took
hit him close range with that ‘k, got his soul took
boss sh~t, can get a n~gga wacked from the wrong look
[verse 3: yn jay]
mmmmmmm
n~gga shooting with his eyes closed, he did a no look
i got 48 laws of power, this ain’t no book
chop’ slice his body down the middle, this a cold cut
mmm, what you pour up? your pop light as h~ll
his mans died in the crossfire, and he died as well
but it was the next day, i’m on a neck date
this b~tch give me good neck, she need a neck brace
he was posed to die yesterday, he died the next day
that mean he died today, he got shot in the face
i took wokisha out to eat, i couldn’t find a date
i know i got a show this month, but i can’t find the date
i’m in the club with 50 b~tches, tryna find a date
he cat ran from the dog, he tried to climb a tree
i had a drum, but it was off, i had to find the beat
we don’t play musical chairs, but i gotta find a seat
i’m in atlanta looking for bud, i’m tryna find trees
whoever find my opp first, you get a finder’s fee
and i can tell if you a fiend, by how you grind your t~~th
he made a song but he was capping, he just lied on beat
and why i just find out somebody tried to lie on me?
he said i shot his crib up, man, that’s tiny beef
i get you smoked from far away, i put a snipe on you
he held his mans while he bled out, why you die on me?


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