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lirik lagu triple threat (pt 2) – m row

[intro]
ayo, double, you k!lled that, on foenem grave

[verse 1: m row]
oh god d*mn, saw lil shh, and i let this blam
n*ggas, runnin’, watch how they scram
did a drill with a fit that i posted on the gram
keep that on a hush, sh*t was on cam
had dolo’ed my sh*t, then i went to the yams
lexi, jenny, caleb, pam
pam best friends with my ex*b*tch sam (d*mn, d*mn)
this is a message to y’all that just cap in your rap
why n*ggas lyin’, like they tryna blitz me?
ooch, clapped, head, tapped
i know he like, “why couldn’t they just miss me?”
can’t hit her wrong ’cause i know she gon’ trap
she think that i love her, i told her “don’t kiss me”
her lips too chap, i’ma just take a nap
next day, shе like, “m row, why did you dismiss me?”
i f*ck with my apes, and i f*ck with my slеazys
thot b*tch love to send pics to just tease me
always come over to eat up and please me
smile everytime that we close, she just cheesy
if you jackin’ my block, you know it’s not easy
don’t f*ck with us, then we doin’ you greasy
free rug, free ek, b*rah, and breezy
ted got tagged in his stomach, he queasy
[verse 2: drako b]
on court, with the grip, i got handles
tryna spin, tryna see what this can do
spliff ’em, now these n*ggas lightin’ candles
dumpin’, now these n*ggas bustin’ dance moves
checkmate, i bet you that be they last move
i was the flyest n*gga in my classroom
always skip class, play dice in the bathroom
like, i know they mad i prevail
they rather see a n*gga dead or in jail
everything, gotta ride with my steel
commit murder for my brothers, i will
i shot quick, a n*gga brains get spilled
he got heat, got the block on tilt
ain’t go home ’til my pockets unfilled
when i shoot, take cover under a quilt
that’s why lil g pop got k!lled

[verse 3: tmb del]
i’m on 104, tryna catch me a sweeper
sh*t gettin’ cold, better keep you a heater
i’m with a lightskin, baddie, diva
tell her “pop out” cause i think i’m aneed her
see jay hound, and he wasn’t on nothin’
him and dot needa stop doin’ all the frontin’
n*ggas beat lil eli in public
l [?] punched ’em
let ’em live, like i couldn’t deduct ’em
lil slime got ripped, start bleedin’ and gushin’
better get out the way when we flare
how you shootin’ the clip, but throw one in the air?
on they block we ain’t showin’ no fear
seen lil finny, got beat with a chair (word to bro)
(beat lil finny with a*)
(seen lil finny, got beat with a)
[verse 4: m row, drako b & tmb del]
three deep, threw chops, on different streets
numerous shots, you gon’ hear ’em repeat
n*ggas dumped on nazzy, he tripped on his feet
and he fell to the floor, face hit concrete
n*ggas know i be talkin’ and stayin’ on beat
and i’m active in person, just know i’m not sweet
brown skin baby, she slim [?]
every time i come over, her room always neat
all black when you hop out the g
he get shot in his sh*t if he yellin’ out “skee”
he got blood in his eyes, he can’t see
n*ggas know with this gun, i’m elite
ain’t no way that you f*ckin’ with me
head tap from deep, n*gga, that’s a three
he got hit with the v
should’ve been on his side, walkin’ out in the street
told me, “come to the spot, the opps chill up the street”
so you know that i trooped it, it’s just me and g
shot after shot, it’s gon’ beat you a*
shot after shot, don’t get shot with ya g (ahh)

- m row

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