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my intent - rome hunnit & 3200 tre lyrics

[intro]
gone
a good man is gone
a good man is—

[verse 1: rome hunnit]
it be hard to feel you b*tch*ass n*ggas
you ain’t did sh*t, you don’t keep a pistol with you?
i can tell you ain’t been through sh*t, my n*gga
take risk, put my life on the line, i did that, n*gga
if was all off a dream to touch six figures
by the time i’m 23, have my first million
my n*gga, get ’em, chop the dope up like a f*ckin’ ceilin’ fan
what you know ’bout servin’ fiends? gotta reel ’em in
lil’ bro wanted the drop, f*ck it, slid ’em, k!ll ’em then
there ain’t nothin’ on this earth sweeter than revenge
paranoid, sleep with baby draco sittin’ by the bed
i don’t even wanna f*ck, i just want the neck
fifty ‘bows to your doorstep, just gotta send a tеxt, huh
you ever hit rock bottom, n*gga?
’25 escalade, drivе it off the ‘lot, n*gga
in traffic, ridin’ ’round, know i got my rocket, n*gga
7.62s flip the whip, you can’t stop ’em, n*gga
n*gga thinkin’ he got off sweet, hit his mama crib
the moment of a lose, you gon’ do some f*cked up sh*t
and i don’t give a f*ck if the n*gga got kids
can’t be forgive, have to be forgave, i repent
i done been through a lot of f*cked up sh*t
somewhere in the ‘burbs, 5k my rent
send the cash and mail, and the box gettin’ sent
pill press, press the beans but now with fent’
[verse 2: 3200 tre]
runnin’ up a hundred g’s was my intent
hmm, i got my bag right, i got my act right
when it be dark, i use my chain like it’s a flashlight
the way this sh*t gotta hit you, you think he had lice
huh, they shot his ass so many times, he thought he passed twice, n*gga
you couldn’t smoke me if you tried
n0body used to see what i did, guess i opened n*ggas eyes
huh, your cup look like mine? then hold it in the sky
my b*tch like the sun, she wake me up by openin’ the blinds
hmm, i go count what’s in the safe to get my day started
you really gotta tuck the cheese to make the pape’ larger
huh, i got thirteen bullets in the glock, i came harden
n*gga, i’m the money bag, so i can’t take charges
my b*tch keep crashes her car, i bought her eight starters
i just got her hips done, i got her waist parted
hmm, i got my beam cut on
hmm, i can d*mn near see the movie ‘fore the screen cut on
hmm, i dove right into this sh*t and got my nemo on
hmm, when the streets pay the bills, then you don’t need no home, n*gga
what the f*ck you need a bed for?
i’m not lookin’ for no green, i need a red four
i only left the b*tch alone because her head poor
if i’d felt some type of way, i woulda said more
if i’d felt some type of way, i woulda said more
[outro: 3200 tre]
real money counter, m.i.n.e. sh*t, b*tch
it’s thirty

- rome hunnit 3200 tre lyrics

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