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down bad - 3200 tre lyrics

[intro: blade man]
i’ll zip, pss, alright
i’ll zip my, okay

[verse: blade man]
i’ll zip my hoody up if ain’t got my mask
i heard you n*ggas broke as f*ck and y’all down bad
.223s wrecked a n*gga car, now he down bad
this celine jacket really cost about two racks
he just gave this fiend some cut, i’m like, why the f*ck you do that?
i’on really give a f*ck, if you want some smoke, we can do that
was gon’ have lil’ bro rob ’em, but i said, “he a cool cat”
this b*tch just blew my high, i need a perc to get my mood back

[verse 2: 3200 tre]
step in here, you might die, watch where your feet at
i caught a case and beat it, now i’m tryna get my heat back
i’m tired of the b*tch i got now, where you cheat at?
i always have my gun at thе door before i peep at it
come on, you a cigarеtte smoker, you got a cheap habit
hm, how the f*ck you not rich? you got three pateks
huh, i know the money comin’, i just gotta keep rappin’
this b*tch suck the d*ck and clean the mess herself, she don’t need napkins

[verse 3: blade man]
this n*gga seen 20 thousand, think it’s immaculate
i got some plays out there in the a where the falcons is
took a bad b*tch to the room, i had too master it
my old b*tch went and got a n*gga, i got a badder b*tch
i know you wearin’ fake sh*t, look how the fabric is
unc ass be actin’ like he broke like he ain’t pastor rich
bro trippin’ in the h*llcat, he tryna stab this b*tch
stop bein’ tender over that ho, i already been stabbed the b*tch
[verse 4: 3200 tre]
i couldn’t go to my mans crib, i was bad and sh*t
huh, i’m always p*ssed off, they say i just be mad at sh*t
hm, i flip ‘bows, you be breakin’ down a half and sh*t
hm, you ain’t payin’ all her bills, you pay half the sh*t
sh*t, huh, i think you half a man
right now i’m breakin’ bricks down, started wit’ a half a gram
i used to cook the dope instantly ‘fore i had a gram
hm, you can’t call yourself no goat if you ain’t had a lamb

[verse 5: blade man]
why the f*ck you think you sh*ttin’ cause you got a band?
i just called my white b*tch, she said she need some xans
bad b*tch, but she don’t know her worth, f*cked me out my pants
they ain’t never seen these gallery department vans
you n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no pape’, you gotta keep your distance
these n*ggas always so cap, they be speakin’ fiction
before this b*tch come in the crib, i’ma have to frisk her
bro in the kitchen mad as h*ll, he done broke his blender

[verse 6: 3200 tre]
huh, i upped the gun on the cam’, i done broke the picture
huh, i used to get on ass at school, i was roastin’ n*ggas
huh, take that shiesty mask off, covid over, n*gga
you can’t buy no rick owens, you still owin’ n*ggas
hm, i can tote two ars ’cause my shoulder bigger
i think my plug got my message, the code delivered
hm, i’m nothin’ like steve austin, i’ma colder n*gga
hm, i think your p*ssy blew out if you like older n*ggas
[outro: 3200 tre]
ah, yeah, real money counter, mine sh*t, n*gga

- 3200 tre lyrics

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