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38 rmx - tre capital lyrics

[verse 1: tommy mayran]
alright now who the f*ck is they talkin’ about?
i’m leaving lame kids endangered
better leave the words before i reach the urge
to drop bodies around and call up the cleaning clerk
i let it sizzle for a second but never ever get at ’em
[?] they cannot touch us
even if they mention if they ever ever would
but they never ever should
and i probably [?]
[?] don’t play around
me and tre’s k!lla’s don’t make a sound
i got loco cholo’s on some “como esta?”
“que haces?” [?] hypocrisy
i’m not cut out for that sh*t
never been the type to brag about what i have and what i did
lame dudes criticizing my mix
man, who the f*ck is you callin’ out?
better get rich before i’m 36
because i really wanna buy my mom a house, oh
i be fresh as h*ll that the feds watch me
i’m too blessed to fail, man, you cannot stop this
[?] i just let it slide
snakes in the grass [?]
[?] i turn myself into a samurai
nevertheless i’ll be the one that you will memorize
’cause i’m really sick of these locals
they wack as f*ck and my ears tired
[?]
don’t claim spots because i’m still [?]
lames
[verse 2: brandon myster]
huh, they ain’t let me back in
when the f*ck they gon’ learn?
top down, n*gga, in the middle of the winter
ask your b*tch how she feelin’, lay her back like a perm
what you know about it? 3 mil, young hugh hef’, 30 ho’s and they eat pill
big body whip in the middle of the lane
[?] y’all to get sea sick, n*gga
look, i don’t know about you but i’ma m*th*f*ckin’ take mine
bad boy sh*t, every time they hear the flow sh*t sound like ’89
self made n*gga mothaf*cka, sippin’ on success like white wine
lettin’ off like a f*ckin’ semi, the rest of you n*ggas sound like a baby .9
look, what more can i say?
n*ggas think i fell off then i pull up in that thing
n*gga yelling out the window “there’s more on the way, n*gga”
look, [?] promotion, kurt cobain to the brain when i blow sh*t
feeling buddy*buddy, go tank on some more sh*t
pockets getting fat on some old sh*t
n*ggas steady talking b*tter low sh*t
about me, if you did, n*gga, you would never doubt me
n*gga i’m from fly city even when the sky pretty
gun smoke till that mothaf*cka cloudy
sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas and i’m runnin’ out of [?]
rollin’ weed like credits got a n*gga drowsy, oh lord
[?] how you feel, never ever let a p*ssy n*gga top me, n*gga
[verse 3: dave amazin]
ugh, tre cap hit me up for a verse and i told him that i had to he*rs* it
one take check, no need for rehearsing, gimme your beat and you’ll be worthless
don’t rap on a n*gga ’cause you’ll probably be embarrassed
’cause your bars don’t even equal half, do the math
if i double my sk!lls everyday and you do the same
[?] good as my past
never put sh*t past n*ggas ’cause n*ggas ain’t sh*t
break they neck real quick, tryna stare like a b*tch, get whiplash
i know shooters from the go that’ll dump the whole clip and then dip fast
have your ass dumped on some quick sand
don’t promote violence but let’s get this clear
long live 38, word to the homies in la, atl and the one’s that ain’t here, n*gga

[verse 4: tre capital]
this the hardest sh*t you probably heard in your d*mn life
told myself that if i’m going out it’s a sacrifice
swerving in a black countach so high i can talk to god
never put out on weak sh*t, i’m going in my catalogue
i done been survived the odds, man i go so hard
man, i just like made a grand
i [?] what i am, yeah, i’m feeding the fam
i delete ’em [?] then i go to j*pan
hottest n*gga probably on the century
there’s no method to my recipe, you cannot mess with me
or even try to sit next to me, i’ma ball till i just rest in peace, n*gga
say what’s the word, extended clips leave you just laying on the curb
on [?] there’s n0body that can touch us
d.lx gang, write it down in the cutlass, ugh
i’m way too just focused to just go unnoticed, i swear that it’s bogus
[?] i’m really imposing, i get her just deep as the ocean
this rap sh*t is all just for nothin’, [?] yeah we dumpin’
young ass n*gga, started out with nothin’
i’m dressed in all white but the [?]
saying i ain’t dope, that’s a bad assumption
did this on my own, it was all for somethin’
tryna make a difference while they always frontin’
man i gotta be patient, know my time is comin’ so—
black out every time i step in the booth
i been the young king, they respect what i do
i do not commence fire unless to shoot
i’m spittin’ like i have discovered the juice
you claiming you next with no visual proof
you thought it’s a bentley, that b*tch there a coup
she giving me top like there wasn’t a tooth
she looking for answers, i give her the truth
shout out to my ex b*tch, i did this for you
it’s all for the profits, the commas, the dollars
we rockin’ in la, shout out to the dodgers
she callin’ me papi like i am her father
no worries my n*gga, we already got her
started a group no we already mobbin’
2014, i swear that we poppin’
never go broke, we have no further options

- tre capital lyrics

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