lirik lagu thr33 – left right
[intro]
aye
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[chorus]
i got that glock in my right hand
i~i~if i don’t need it, get slapped with my left hand
and that .762 make that p~ssy boy crawl
she got a lil’ booty, she got a lil’ bum
and i can’t ‘een f~ck with that n~gga, he fake as h~ll
snitchhh boyyy, man, that n~gga gon’ tattletale
aye, y’all n~ggas don’t know me
i’ma fast break, shoot the ball like i’m kobe
[verse 1]
th~that n~gga handicap, f~ck up his knee
i come in first but my name number thr33
bi~bi~b~tch, i gotta take off, n~gga, start up the key
and i’m tryna just whoop a n~gga like bruce lee
when i go in that house, i’ma put on that ski
and she get on her knees tryna take all my skeet
ho, you can’t even see me, i’m dressed in all black
b~tch, i like my own sp~ce so you gotta get back
n~gga show me that fake weed, boy, you on crack???
i just had to look back ‘cause that booty was fat
i remember when n~ggas would say i won’t make it
huh, turn up my music and crank it!
i’ma pull in that drive~thru, order that double
n~gga, leave me alone, i’ma stay in my bubble
when i pop out my first show, i’ma need ‘bout like twenty
and n~gga, don’t look at me funny… (don’t look!)
[chorus]
i~i got that glock in my right hand
i~i~if i don’t need it, get slapped with my left hand
and that .762 make that p~ssy boy crawl
she got a lil’ booty, she got a lil’ bum
and i can’t ‘een f~ck with that n~gga, he fake as h~ll
snitchhh boyyy, man, that n~gga gon’ tattletale
aye, y’all n~ggas don’t know me
i’ma fast break, shoot the ball like i’m kobe
[verse 2]
why these n~gga be talkin’ like i give a f~ck?
got me two glocks, shoot that b~tch at yo’ gut
i’on ‘een know this b~tch, why she stay on my nuts?
f~ck it, shoot that bih’, everybody better duck
you be havin’ them itty~bitty, i’m above
i ain’t have it, yeah, i had to wait…
i was in the hood, you in the gate
sl~slide on a p~ssy boy like i’m on skates
if you tryna get with me, push up yo’ weight
y’all n~ggas stay watchin’ me, stalkin’ my ig
f~ck n~gga cloning me just like kakashi
wh~white friend talm’ ‘bout he f~ck with the n~z~???
that’s why i really don’t f~ck with n0body…
fi~fine bih’ said, “let me touch on yo’ body”
i’on wanna be stuck in the box just like roddy!
now i’ma rapper, these b~tches wan’ do me
high as f~ck, eat up the food like i’m scooby
why she got that bbl? that ain’t her booty
ca~call up my babygirl, she a lil’ moody
i’m on that mission, boy, i’m on that duty
call up the tooth fairy, knock out the tooth…
p~ssy, don’t call me phone, i’m in the booth
ju~just like my mama, don’t f~ck wit’ my dad
it’s a new year, gotta get in my bag
a~a~all of my brothers in hood got mags
i’m in new york, gotta catch me a cab’
tu~turn up the f~ck up, why the h~ll you gon’ sit down???
start at the bottom, i’m number one pick now
i~if you don’t get up and grind, you fail
distrokid sent me a check in the mail
be~beat a f~ck n~gga, i’ll put ‘em to sleep
n~ggas stay d~ckride, get off my meat…
[outro]
ga~gang
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