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3200 tre - chest tubes, pt. 2 كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(nickeyp)
like, come on

[verse]
huh, sometimes i gotta cough and get my point across
hm, i can’t play the bentley yet, i need a sporty car
hm, 12 got behind him, he got scared, he threw the .40 far
hm, i up my glock, that n_gga ran, he hit a forty far
huh, i can’t ignore this car
oh, that’s shorty car
hm, i got a play that’s far away, but he just ordered tar
hm, i can’t eat fruit at granny crib ’cause all the oranges hard
hm, i just knocked a n_gga down, and went and scored a card
like, i just upped the score and i wasn’t even tryin’
hm, god said i had more sh_t to do, so ain’t no need in dyin’
hm, we ain’t ate in eight hours, we probably need to dine
huh, you want me to come do a show, then i’ma need a dime
hm, i need my cup filled
hm, i went to buy a glock, they told me, “no”
but somehow i still got one on the tuck still
come on, they say n_ggas tryna sign me, i’m like, “what deal?”
hm, all i told ’em was, “feed me”, just give me one meal
hm, i know my career gon’ be great, it’s goin’ up hill
hm, i had a time in neiman marcus, that’s why my trunk filled
hm, i walk sh_t down
hm, if you was standin’ up before i started talkin’, before the song done, you gon’ sit down
hm, i feel like i can carry two dracs wit’ my hip style
plug said he ain’t mean to call, i got bricked out
stop tryin’ to put that lil’ boy on me, that is his child
hm, i wonder if my n_gga rio startin’ to miss chow?
hm, sike, he can’t, n_gga
hm, everyday in atlanta we hit the stu’ for twelve hours and brought the bank wit’ us
come on, i hit my hoes wit’ different strokes, i d_mn near came willis
it’s too much money boys got too much heat, them n_ggas can’t k!ll us
hm, i don’t get high off of these pills, n_gga, they paink!llers
hm, i shoot to k!ll when i’m bussin’, i got some aim wit’ it
hm, b_tch, i can rap all day and night, you cannot hang wit’ me
i might’ve pop my pills a few hours ago but it’s still pain in me
huh, n_gga, i’ll drop b’s, i do not cop’ pleas
hm, i’m not takin’ no f_ckin’ stand, n_gga, that’s chopped cheese
huh, commit the crime, go do the time, n_gga, them block fees
once these .223s get to lettin’ off, nothin’ can stop these
hm, them b_tches hit legs, head, arms and chest too
huh, you gon’ be laid up like i was, n_gga, wit’ chest tubes
come on, you not gon’ find a n_gga like me, i’m the best dude
hm, how the f_ck i’m a rookie and i got vet moves?
hm, i stand on big biz’, i want like six kids
hm, don’t p_ss me off, i throw my bullets like i’m big ben
huh, i’m in the top f_ckin’ 3, not no big 10
huh, you can’t claim you no f_ckin’ rapper until you spent ten
huh, or you done spent thirty, or you done spent fifty
huh, you better hope you make it back, this sh_t’ll get tricky
huh, that time i asked you to go half, you shoulda went wit’ me
’cause when that jet go in the air, you coulda been wit’ me
huh, i’m gettin’ tired of people askin’ ’bout my hand
i put the glock down ’cause i got kinda hot, i grabbed a fan
huh, all i needed was the drum, you had a band
i still sleep at home alone every night, you got a man
[outro]
b_tch
how you gon’ tell me i switched on you?
real money counter, mine sh_t, n_gga
it’s thirty

- 3200 tre

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