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lirik lagu dance lil tre – mo3

[intro]
tre
tre
tre
tre
(yxng stov)
yeah
why?
ah
mo*motherf*cking*3, n*gga

[verse 1]
call of duty with this chopper, this ain’t no fortnite (for real)
i like driving fast cars, yeah, n*gga, the sport type (oh, yeah)
i look like a l!ck when i walk through the bank, i don’t need to be still (i don’t need to be still)
these lil’ n*ggas lame, i don’t feel (that’s on gang)
put it on gang, i’ll k!ll (baow, baow, baow, baow)
they say, “tre, keep it a hundred, my n*gga”, won’t tell ’em ’bout how i maneuver
the opps so g*y, i don’t like beefing with him, i can’t shoot the b*tch through the computer (baow)
oh, there go tre, louis v sneakers, no ruger, a glizzy, the d*ck like a ruler (baow)
she be like “tre” (yeah), ho say my name too much, i be wishing that i never knew her
if i had teardrops on my face, i’d be crying a river (why?)
i’ve been sliding on n*ggas (ha)
we whacked all kind of n*ggas (ha)
these n*ggas be looking like they want some smoke, they know where to find me, n*gga (that’s on gang)
gangland, that’s on b jizzle, i walk down on n*ggas (why? gang)
i can’t afford a bodyguard, b*tch, my pride too big (it is)
hold up real quick, let me fix my pants, this .45 too big (baow, baow)
i walk with it on me, got it out the corner, yeah, i be talking that sh*t (i do)
i’m who they talking ’bout now (it’s true), your b*tch tryna see how i live (ha, gang)
[chorus]
ayy, keep it real, to get this straight, i get cake
in the field tryna get them ms, ain’t tryna go on no date (why?)
do your dance, lil tre, do your dance, lil tre (do your dance, lil tre)
finna make them bands today, finna get them bands to me (finna get them, gang)
she make it clap, clap, clap for a real one (why?)
go tell the opps, these ain’t no cops, we shoot real guns (why?)
do your dance, lil tre, do your dance, lil tre (do your dance, lil tre)
finna make them bands today, finna get them bands today (ha, that’s on gang)

[verse 2]
step in the building looking like some blow, brick on my neck and my wrist (my wrist)
mac and a thirty, lil’ n*gga (lil’ n*gga), lil’ b brought that tec in this b*tch (that’s on gang)
i do ’em dirty, go get ’em (baow), my lil’ n*gga say stretch, then he hit (brrt, baow, baow)
stop all that flexing, lil’ b*tch (lil’ b*tch)
tryna knock off his neck with the stick (ah, yeah)
b*tch, i’m well connected just like wi*fi (just like wi*fi)
i f*cked an opp b*tch (what?), she gave me opp top (that slop top)
she a thick fine b*tch, i love that opp mouth (that opp mouth)
and, no, i ain’t taking no pics, she get cropped out (she get cropped out, ha)

[chorus]
ayy, keep it real, to get this straight, i get cake (for real)
in the field tryna get them ms, ain’t tryna go on no date (why?)
do your dance, lil tre, do your dance, lil tre (do your dance, lil tre)
finna make them bands today, finna get them bands to me (finna get them, gang)
she make it clap, clap, clap for a real one (why?)
go tell the opps, these ain’t no cops, we shoot real guns (why?)
do your dance, lil tre, do your dance, lil tre (do your dance, lil tre)
finna make them bands today, finna get them bands today (ha, that’s on gang)
[outro]
tre
tre
tre
tre
tre
tre

- mo3

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