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cha$emoney - triple threat (feat. 72cano & quan ali) كلمات الأغنية

beat a n_gga ass like i′m sam, that’s icarly
couple bad b_tches in a pack, they some barbies
spin the choppa like a big wheel, no harley

if i f_cked yo b_tch, my bad, i′m not sorry

i don’t mumble b_tch, this ain’t no playboi carti
hit him like some lysol, can′t even breathe hardly
hit him with a euro, extra step, i might′ve walked him
drop forty and don’t say sh_t, i′m kawhi balling

call quan, said he got a two man down in austin
seventy two shots, pa glock, ima off him
mama told me stay up in my f_cking bag, stop stressing
i been stacking all these blocks, sh_t it’s feeling like it′s tetris

hot boy, now his girl ask if he there like it’s netflix
i ain′t a iron lil baby, if you don’t want me, i ain’t pressing
call me wifi with all my real n_ggas, i′m connected
like a yoga instructor, run up on my n_ggas, we a stretch you

lemme get it back
sn_tch a boy chain up off his neck, he ain′t got get it back
n_ggas talking bout some real bands, they ain’t touch 50 racks
i done did some real sh_t for cheese, you ain′t into that

heard y’all be snitching on y′all n_ggas, boy y’all really rats
b_tches say they f_ck with chasemoney cause i′m really that
dapping up your b_tch after i f_ck cause she really slatt
i be in the d serving feins, yeah i really trap

i get in the stu and spit facts, i’m the preacher n_gga
kash quan, that’s my brother, he the reaper n_gga
cano got the glock, best believe he get the tweaking n_gga
run up on him, bet he get the squeezing, leave you leaking n_gga

stomp him in his head like a motherf_cking door mat
ar to his back, make a n_gga run a four flat
shotty to his head, blow that sh_t and make his fro flat
pop him in the foot, ain′t no running, make his toes crack

sn_tch a n_gga b_tch, oh my fault, come get your hoe back
sike she for the team so it′s over, she with bro next
shot a goofy n_gga in his muscle, he keep trying to flex
b_tch please, get the f_ck on cause i ain’t trying to text

in a trackhawk, with twenty years in the trunk
n_gga talking crazy, we on they head like a bunk
zaza filling up my lungs, got me smelling like a skunk
spent the block so many times had us feeling like we drunk

- chaemoney

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