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triple cross (dupe page) - sn8ke lyrics

[intro: sn8ke]
yeah, sn8ke (phew, phew)
global, frontline (yeah)
huh (yeah)

[verse 1: sn8ke]
got a b*tch real bad, real thick (real thick)
when i draw that fire, it’s quick (it’s quick, smoke his ass)
got a glock 19 on my rick (my rick)
can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they b*tches (wait, wait, hold up, m)
huh (yeah), i’m really raised ’bout hittin’ it (’bout hittin’ it)
popped me a motherf*ckin’ tesla and motherf*cker hittin’, this sh*t so [?]
i don’t even park my ride (my ride)
my shooter, he bangin’ the 5 (5)
i’m with a b*tch, she got thick thighs (thick thighs)
totin’ that gl!ck, that sh*t on my side (that gl!ck)
i’m in the mix, they know i’m that guy (mix)
i’m mix the tesla with drank and that ‘za
play with the gang and i bet you gon’ die (huh)
wе in that bih’, we might start up a riot (yeah)
i’m with the mob (mob)
totin’ that tool, now i feel likе i’m bob
flexin’ that sh*t you gon’ get your ass robbed (flex)
i was takin’ like that sh*t was my job (b*tch)
chasin’ paper, give a f*ck ’bout a broad
i’m in new york, i feel like i’m in awge
way i’m poppin’, need to go on a blog
free my twin, he still fightin’ a charge
still fightin’ a case, runnin’ to the bag but it ain’t no race (phew)
banana clip on a brand new drac’ (banana)
n*gga singin’, yeah, they actin’ like drake (b*tch)
huh, i gotta load, well raised, gotta stick with the code (code)
i got shooters and they trained to go (to go)
f*ck a job, n*gga cookin’ some blow (some blow)
[interlude: sn8ke & destroy lonely]
(rich slime) sn8ke (global, never local)
lil’ money

[verse 2: destroy lonely]
i got a blunt in hand, i turn up your spot for a couple bands
she tryna f*ck my mans, shawty chicken fried, we all off meds
pop the g6 just like pills, i’m way too geeked up, b*tch, i can’t even stand
i stay with the real, right 5, they might pop your top, they both from the land
i don’t even do xbox, i don’t even do no games, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t playin’
i’m sorry i popped your thot, shawty got od top, she a five*star thot
i’m ’boutta crack this seal, i’m sippin’ on real deal drop, pink, nicki minaj
i’m pullin’ out foreigns, yeah, can’t even fit my whips in my garage
i’m out with the soldiers, yeah, i thought i told you, b*tch, i’m down with the mob
i’m pourin’ up sodas, yeah, my boy wants to fold you up, that’s not my problem
i ain’t even tryna be rude, i ain’t nothin’ like you dudes, i’m somethin’ like god
i think i’m done with the fashion, i’m goin’ draco shoppin’
i think i’m done with the chattin’, n*gga wanna say somethin’? pop ’em (shut the f*ck up)
i don’t even do no hoopin’, good with the triple cross (xan*xan)
ain’t gotta move a muscle, you know it’s bm, boss

[outro: destroy lonely]
welcome to clayton county a.k.a. jurassic park
yvl

- sn8ke lyrics

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