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lirik lagu vamped – triple777

[verse 1: triple777]
huh, yuh
i could do this all day
if you don’t think i’m legit come and look at my face
you a disgrace
i don’t play i’m gettin’ payed for plays so put the mula on the
table or come meet yo’ fate

[verse 2: blckk]
look at how ya’ b*tch got played
you ain’t gotta love it but get the f*ck out the way
either way it go i’ma f*cking carry the weight
i don’t slow sh*t down ’till it’s everybody straight

[verse 3: triple777]
i’ma d*ck in the moshpit
underlord mobbin’
give me all the money ‘cus that is yo’ only option
crashin’ yo’ party
steppin’ like the army
b*tch you ain’t hard ‘cus you built like a barbie

[verse 4: blckk]
really shoulda shot me
i don’t f*ck around with the kids trynna pop me
next month trippin’ it’s a rack for the feature
f*ck t7 i’ma beat him in a seizure
don’t f*ck with y’all nеither, yeah, yeah
(hahaha, holy sh*t, yеahhh)
[verse 5: triple777]
b*tch, i’m done
put that money where it needa be
b*tch, f*ck all that talkin’ we gon’ really see
i’m smokin’ beats like i used to smoke tree
had to clear my mind to come and kick out yo’ t**th

[verse 6: blckk]
i’m up on that sh*t like it’s back when i started
i got my paper, ain’t that what you wanted?
set my sh*t up in y’all city i’m solid
sh*t that i did prolly make me a target

[verse 7: triple777]
unfortunately i’m fortunate bet you f*ckin’ mad
we recordin’ it while you snortin’ it well see who gets the bag
unlike jay z i wasn’t focused on the ave
my home is anywhere where i’m making music so gas

[verse 8: blckk]
die slow b*tch, i wanna kick it with the worst one
i been picking up habits and b*tch i’m not done
they put me out of commission and b*tch i still won
keep f*cking working the kitchen, i’m f*cking on one
(f*ck, godd*mn, we’re gonna have to bring out the big guns)
(wassup, ayo hxstage!)
[verse 9: hxstage]
get up, pick up
bags of the money i’m f*ckin’
p*ssed off, fists up
talkin’ sh*t it’s your skull that i’m f*ckin’
stomp my boots through the back of his head
talking sh*t online think he tough, now that b*tch f*ckin’ dead
failing 7 times to make a wave lookin’ ass b*tch
“i just need my motherf*ckin’ drugs!”
yo’ sh*t trash b*tch
f*ck both these f*ggots on the front half, i’m f*ckin’ up the back half
peach rings out the backpack i grab that
yo, lookin’ like a clown b*tch you a f*ckin’ joke
please don’t stick around b*tch i hope you f*ckin’ choke
(ayo, f*ck, guess what? you f*cked up!)

[verse 10: triple777]
i told you not to f*ck wimme unless you gettin’ buck wimmie
you f*ck wimme you end up under me and that’s a guarantee
and n0body ever got the meaning the vision i be seein’
feelin’ so d*mn defeated said f*ck it i’ma keep on teachin’
runnin’ to the top ‘cus god i need it, god i need it
i be dreamin’ can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout the time that i’ma beat this
f*ck it

[outro: triple777]
enter my mind
my demons reply
it’s where this reside
my passion divine!

- triple777

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