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lirik lagu triple threat (feat. 72cano & quan ali) – cha$emoney

beat a n*gga ass like i′m sam, that’s icarly
couple bad b*tches in a pack, they some barbies
spin the choppa like a big wheel, no harley

if i f*cked yo b*tch, my bad, i′m not sorry

i don’t mumble b*tch, this ain’t no playboi carti
hit him like some lysol, can′t even breathe hardly
hit him with a euro, extra step, i might′ve walked him
drop forty and don’t say sh*t, i′m kawhi balling

call quan, said he got a two man down in austin
seventy two shots, pa glock, ima off him
mama told me stay up in my f*cking bag, stop stressing
i been stacking all these blocks, sh*t it’s feeling like it′s tetris

hot boy, now his girl ask if he there like it’s netflix
i ain′t a iron lil baby, if you don’t want me, i ain’t pressing
call me wifi with all my real n*ggas, i′m connected
like a yoga instructor, run up on my n*ggas, we a stretch you

lemme get it back
sn*tch a boy chain up off his neck, he ain′t got get it back
n*ggas talking bout some real bands, they ain’t touch 50 racks
i done did some real sh*t for cheese, you ain′t into that

heard y’all be snitching on y′all n*ggas, boy y’all really rats
b*tches say they f*ck with chasemoney cause i′m really that
dapping up your b*tch after i f*ck cause she really slatt
i be in the d serving feins, yeah i really trap

i get in the stu and spit facts, i’m the preacher n*gga
kash quan, that’s my brother, he the reaper n*gga
cano got the glock, best believe he get the tweaking n*gga
run up on him, bet he get the squeezing, leave you leaking n*gga

stomp him in his head like a motherf*cking door mat
ar to his back, make a n*gga run a four flat
shotty to his head, blow that sh*t and make his fro flat
pop him in the foot, ain′t no running, make his toes crack

sn*tch a n*gga b*tch, oh my fault, come get your hoe back
sike she for the team so it′s over, she with bro next
shot a goofy n*gga in his muscle, he keep trying to flex
b*tch please, get the f*ck on cause i ain’t trying to text

in a trackhawk, with twenty years in the trunk
n*gga talking crazy, we on they head like a bunk
zaza filling up my lungs, got me smelling like a skunk
spent the block so many times had us feeling like we drunk

- chaemoney

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