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fraudskiii – triple threat كلمات اغاني

[intro: krispylife kidd]
this like two, two minutes
ayy, dreepzeyyy, you got the flame
krispylife, n_gga
y og on the beat
a_a, a_a
yo, clako, let’s turn it up

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
you ain’t got enough money to f_ck with me, get you weight up
it’s not my birthday, but i got my cake up
i tell that b_tch keep her face down, better ways up
we don’t n0body, aimin’ for you head, shoot your face up
if ain’t n0body outside then we shoot your place up
uh, that’s a whole lot of violence fess
i’m all about my green like i got a irish dad
i don’t f_ck with this b_tch, all she do is nag
huh, oh, where you from, n_gga?
this shoot every round in a minute, this that one pistol
get the right attachment and turn this b_tch into that onе pistol
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
screw the barrel on that_ (a_ah)
scrеw the barrel on that b_tch, it sound like a whistle
i’m sh_ttin’ on these n_ggas, pass me some tissue
auntie just gave me a pint, you don’t know krispy
i think that b_tch [?], why the f_ck you kiss her?
i heard they ain’t even pop, dawg you gotta beat with a pistol
b_tch i wouldn’t f_ck you, i wouldn’t even fist you
them fake ass shoes on your feet, them are not official
fn five_seven shoot baby missiles
baby j talkin’, now i make ’em diss you
free my pops off that sail, i can’t wait to get you
i know that n_gga wasn’t_, alright, alright, a_alright
i know that n_gga was not gon’ shoot ’cause he showed his pistol

[interlude: ysr gramz]
like i know you all think may am i high as h_ll or i just be sayin’ sh_t but like
a n_gga that show his pistol ain’t really finna bust that b_tch, just think about it, gang i ain’t gon’ lie
no cap, alright

[verse 3: fraudskiii]
five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids, b_tch i need it all
like i’m playin’ in the nba, i’ma f_ckin’ ball
i treat all my opps like pokemon, i’ma catch ’em up (grrrt)
you can be a giant, i’m like david, i’ma knock you off
if you net banging you a tissue ’cause you ultra soft (uh)
catch a opp drivin’, shoot his tires, make him crash like paul (fa_fa_fa_fa)
the homie caught a opp we call him zombie ’cause he tried to crawl
you’re the type to snitch on your_, alright
you’re the type to snitch on your bros after y’all break the law
i know a white boy who tote 9.’s, we call him jamal
back in middle school i used to be suckers in the hall
how the f_ck are you a shooter? you be shootin’ walls
[outro: fraudskiii]
ph_h_h
how the f_ck? you a lame ass dude man

- fraudskiii

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