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3200 tre - stack the blues كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(faw rifa)

[verse: shy & 3200 tre]
i get too mad, i might chock a b_tch
when i got my big purse, i be totin’ sh_t
she only cute in the sh_t ’cause i sold the ‘fit
she only gettin’ money now ’cause i showed the b_tch
you might’ve been around me once if you was lucky
flirt wit’ ’em, then go all year, but he don’t touch me
feelin’ c_cky in this b_tch, you can’t hug me
thick as h_ll, smellin’ like come f_ck me
a type of b_tch that a n_gga can’t be seen wit’
b_tches happy ’bout the money, they ain’t seen sh_t
make a bag before noon, not them real grits
it’s kinda sweet how he suck ’em, i got rеal tits
re_up before thе bag gone, so i can see my pros
sh_t gettin’ messy in this b_tch if i call my bros
all the weed i smoke for free ’cause i got them ‘bows
he wit’ his ho, but still gon’ cash app me for them toes
chillin, smokin’ wit’ my fiend ’cause he a wrapper too
give a f_ck about your weed, i smoke rapper too
got some hoes that’ll do you in for a rack or two
and every time i set the play, i get a pack or few
and f_ck that sh_t y’all talkin’ ’bout, we get active too
i like to spend my money green and we stack the blues (hm, it’s thirty)
i like to spend my money green and we stack the blues (faw rifa)
[verse 2: 3200 tre]
hm, i’on know who dog is, i’m finna tax this dude
you see how i play in games, i’m not a practice dude
hit a n_gga in his sh_t and make his bracket move
i had a qp on me in class, i used to trap in school
hm, i get fresh everyday ’cause that’s what rappers do
hm, you be lyin’ on the ‘net ’cause that’s what cappers do
i can dance on the dope like mike jackson do
like, grab a spoon and a pot, and do the backwards move
hm, is you daddy baby or not?
why you tryna up the price? do your daddy hate me or not?
you think i’m rich? your idea of money can’t be allot
the f_ck you book that trip for? bae, you coulda gave me a glock
hm, shout out to all the pretty b_tches, you gotta love ’em
don’t bring no fat asses around me, i gotta rub it
hm, you not my type if you can’t give me head in public
hm, i can’t go for loose p_ssy, it gotta hug me
have some patience wit’ me, baby, i be thuggin’
stop trippin’ on me ’bout these b_tches, i be hustlin’
mama, i’m not them other n_ggas, you can trust me
this ruger big, go grab your tote, so you can tuck it

- 3200 tre

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