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lirik lagu 3piece – slump6s

[chorus]
dropped three hits in a day, if that ain’t consistent, then i don’t know what is (benjicold, why you icy?)
lot of n*ggas saying they gon’ k!ll me, seem like y’all n*ggas been living off one diss (on god, on god)
whole bunch of n*ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don’t know what fun is
i’m in the stu’ right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y’all n*ggas that i’m on it (on god, on god, b*tch)
you ain’t got no backbone, n*gga boneless (on god, on god)
young n*gga runnin’ this sh*t, n*ggas know this
n*ggas saying i’m up next, n*ggas know this
n*ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n*ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (on god)
ew, and you still gon’ cuff that gnat?
tell him, “speak up”, n*gga, run that back
and i just touched down like a runningback (on god, on god)

[verse]
your life ain’t going so good, that’s a bummer
i’m tryna run up a mill’ for the summer, uh (okay)
n*gga’s love talking ’bout numbers
doing sh*t that i already did, are you dumb or not? (okay)
these n*ggas bе scared i could take they spot
thеm n*ggas was sleep, time to wake ’em up
that boy ’bout to fall, better pick him up
big body, it look like a pick*up truck
it’s crazy, i was finna work at a walmart (d*mn)
now i be spending a band at a walmart (d*mn)
that n*gga angry, he leaving a wall mark (d*mn)
n*ggas my fans, they got me as they wall art (d*mn)
you the type n*gga to steal out of walmart (d*mn)
i’m not ’cause my pockets fat like they paul blart (d*mn)
crazy ’cause these n*ggas box they like wall·e (d*mn)
withdraw a whole twenty bands off of talking (d*mn)
gang need to sit this one out, steven hawking (benjicold, why you icy?)
your b*tch, she do sound effects, she be gawking
seventeen and got a whip, i ain’t walking
bro need to get off my page, why you stalking?
okay, i really ain’t mean to be yelling
but that’s just how i get my point across
you catch an underground n*gga red handed and he try to go finger point across
really, bro, who carry cash ’round this b*tch?
n*ggas know i got a bag in this b*tch
they see the young boy been coming up in the game, now i got n*ggas mad in this b*tch
done took a dub, now they mad than a b*tch
you the type boy go out sad ’bout a b*tch
look at these boys and they laugh with my b*tch
f*ckin’ two twins, mary*kate, ashley, and sh*t
in a new benz, b*tch, i be bragging and sh*t
i’m a cool kid, i don’t be acting and sh*t
you don’t do sh*t, you don’t be active and sh*t
heard your new sh*t, n*gga, you average as sh*t
if i walked in the bank, the teller asking me how the f*ck i’m so young and i got this rich
the last time a lil’ n*gga turned him up some money, i flexed on his ass, then he got dismissed
[chorus]
dropped three hits in a day, if that ain’t consistent, then i don’t know what is (benjicold, why you icy?)
lot of n*ggas saying they gon’ k!ll me, seem like y’all n*ggas been living off one diss (on god, on god)
whole bunch of n*ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don’t know what fun is
i’m in the stu’ right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y’all n*ggas that i’m on it (on god, on god, b*tch)
you ain’t got no backbone, n*gga boneless (on god, on god)
young n*gga runnin’ this sh*t, n*ggas know this
n*ggas saying i’m up next, n*ggas know this
n*ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n*ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (on god)
ew, and you still gon’ cuff that gnat?
tell him, “speak up”, n*gga, run that back
and i just touched down like a runningback (on god, on god)

- slump6s

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