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lirik lagu 3×3 hb freestyle (season 2) – 3×3

[intro: e1]
anyting grr
3×3

[verse 1: e1]
listen up, this girl’s too naughty
of course lifestyle’s too gory
got left on the mains, red paint like morley’s
but they still can’t go out to eat
it’s peak, some might get there before me
if not, make the young gs hit up the 3rd
i’m sure there’d be an opp boy swimming like chlorine
stop all the yippidy yapping
bare dry blades on numerous rappers
i just laugh at the cyber attacking
no insta, but we double tapping
i’ve told them, 3×3 get around on blocks
they always lacking
i don’t give a f*ck what it means in spanish
oh sh*t, oh sh*t, i’ve seen them vanish

[verse 2: rowdy]
stop dissing the green if you ain’t gonna ride
they wanna talk about waps and whips
and the whips are legit, they ain’t got banged
don’t slip, get chinged then it’s back to the grind
packs get flipped in the day and the night
he got wrapped in the wing for not moving right
i was locked down, my 6s on christmas, it was a basic life
three dippings, i was locked inside
we jump in the dinger and we’ll get active
them man acting and just f*cking type
n*ggas try and get gassed off thots
so wagwan for the opps, are they f*cking fried?
corn for your block that will blow up your mind
sawn*off dots, come short like twins
he got birded, cah he swings his knife
[verse 3: doubletap]
we’re the ones that apply that pressure
corn ain’t got no agenda
and my gs them out right now
i beg man don’t tell me about next up
how many youts got shot, got cheffed up?
mum said that my lifestyle messed up
and don’t tell me about sauce
cah i’ll swing my ting and leave that ketchup
free bro, he’s messed up
left that scene, looking hannibal lecter
jump out the ride, try do it like*
oh sh*t, can’t say that one there, it’s pepper
go o, give cats some testers
come back, h*lla scores and tenners
splash and racks in hackney
[?] trap out a bruck*down vectra

[verse 4: zt]
they caught zt on the lack
till i back that wap and see bare man dash
don’t get shot on your [?]
[?], bro almost cash on waps
know edmonton, we tape off flats
west [?] or slap that mash
fg, all f*ckeries gang
i’m on the opp block, tryna turn man pack
we ride non*stop
triple that prof and turn man off
reverse that song with a sawn*off dots
civilians they shot, all they do is watch
bro went in from kway
back my blade, just wet his top
hit shots on any man’s block
this fl!ck can’t flop, gotta get this gwop
[verse 5: doubletap]
drill it in the 3rds
same way man drill it in tottenham
bro just copped him a brand new wap
so they ain’t got no sweets, but i said no problem
.38 spin or the glock 19
l or the o, when i step, got options
got sweets for your chest, no coffin
hit man’s chest when the sweets is coughing
opps try good but they ain’t on p*ss, i’m just being honest
bro stepped in with the long ting
on my mum’s life, that ting was the longest
might as well call me henry
cah when i mash that works, it’s horrid
and if it’s beef with my 3x3s, then it’s on*sight
get drilled in public

[break: e1]
3×3

[chorus: e1]
no fuss, no fuss
they’re throwing up ls, ’cause they already lost
they’re throwing up os, ’cause they ain’t shot none
don’t talk about the a, ’cause they get abduct
don’t get a girl set me up
’cause she might end up tryna jeet and f*ck
she told me she know about the whine and cotch
don’t say a word, just keep that locked
no fuss, no fuss
they’re throwing up ls, ’cause they already lost
they’re throwing up os, ’cause they ain’t shot none
don’t talk about the a, ’cause they get abduct
don’t get a girl set me up
’cause she might end up tryna jeet and f*ck
she told me she know about the whine and cotch
don’t say a word, just keep that locked
[verse 6: rowdy]
ride for your friends, stop talking crud
mud, that’s where the man gets stuck
broski just copped me slugs
and me and db got run tryna dump
don’t get close, i don’t dance for humps
i’ve seen a man run like gump
bare stamina, their knee’s are up
like jack elam, tryna tief man’s blood
i’ve seen a man run up in shops
hide behind boss, not tryna get touched
i’ve given them numerous drops
snapping the block but i’m on [?] cuffs
i’ve been posted on the afghan
we’re the gang gang where the opps don’t come
them man hit bang bang when the gang’s in the cut
we don’t do [?] bandos that’s us

[verse 7: zt]
6 in the clip, 5 in the dinger
4 rambos, we ching them n*ggas
free up all of my drillers
2 man step, 1 squeeze that trigger
on the opp block, tryna turn off n*ggas
i’m on my block, tryna check my figures
zt, go handle my business
shing show ting, can’t lack in my [?]
consistent score on the opp block tour
we put guys on the floor
samurai swords, man swing with force
look in his face and say no remorse
how many man have he splashed on board?
on the other side, the opp boy got bored
zombie k!ller knife, you won’t resp*wn
at traffic lights, get filled with corn

[verse 8: e1]
they had the cheek to come to the end
so me and db put a neek on the bed
i swear i miss the thrill on the back of the ped
got me hitting up bro, let’s do it again
i can tell you about times tryna crash it at vents
all i could see is bare d*ckhead feds
reminiscing about times i was loud on the ends
they run so fast like i’m running from [?]
shoot the wap like a naughty bad b
strangle the trigger, with a round like a choker
do it like bart, i mean homer
big bro left little bro and his older
how the f*ck did he lose composure?
i can see it her eyes, she a moaner
just know i’m sinning the pagan’s daughter
just know i’m sinning the pagan’s daughter
hop out the blue, don’t like the colour yellow
so, bro said dash it red
didn’t get no watch, but that boy really bled
so the sh*t’s been said don’t really make sense
‘019 i used to do it with splasher
now he’s locked up, i gotta do it with zeds
bros locked up, eating tuna and noods
’cause there’s so much enfield man on the bench

- 3x3

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