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m row – triple threat (pt 1 & 2) كلمات اغاني

[triple threat _ part 1]

[intro]
n_ggas know the vibes, f_ck the opps
n_ggas p_ssy, n_ggas ain’t even come outside

[verse 1: m row]
bullets both ways, it’s a bang
how we makin’ it hot everywhere that they hang out
opp in the air, we got pain out
cold outside, so i carry my flame out (gangster)
free all the guys ain’t the same out
we popped out the fl!ck, but we keepin’ the frame out
know how they feel that they seein’ my name out
jeep with amiri, ain’t no broad mane out
like, roll me up tracy
ask about shh, he got put in an 8thy
aced out, he couldn’t make it to safety
i know he up there likе, “how could y’all take me?”
kenny caponе got beat on 98th st
after that day, always knew that he hate me
punched out, b_tch in my text tryna rate me
i’ve been countin’ my hands all times that she ate me

[verse 2: drako b]
like, how many n_ggas got turned to a loud pack?
say you spinnin’ my block? yea, doubt that
tre 57 gon’ boom where his scalp at
like, i gotta stay with my weapon
i catch a opp, he get dropped in a second
freak b_tch, she eat the d_ck up for breakfast
i put the pieces together, no tetris
dead opps, how many n_ggas got put on a necklace?
you know me and my n_ggas, we reckless
i bet these bullets gon’ land where his head is
like, how many n_ggas got dropped?
free the bros, they got locked
still put a lil sweeper n_gga in a box
she asked what i’m smokin’, i told her “g_pop”
you know i’ve been gettin’ that guap
finger itchin’, tryna catch me an opp
[verse 3: tmb del]
on they block, it’s just me and my tre
48, and they thought i was gang
b_tch, when i up, better get out the way (like, like)
i’m tryna creep where they play
shorty f_ck with opps, but she one of a kind
p_ssy was cool here wasn’t declined
nunu was the line, still went to the line
f_ck it, i know i’m walkin’ on mine
throw first, i do, all the time
he think that i’m loafin’? he out of his mind
i thought that he had it, he seen me, start duckin
on the gram wit the knock, he be bluffin’
lil bro seen me, and wasn’t on nothin
get the addy, we stoppin’ the function
shut that sh_t down with a_
shut that sh_t down with the push of a b_tton

[verse 4: m row and drako b]
switches on repeat, trip wit the action
you hearin’ them shots, fire, flame
bullets gon’ burn ’em
stop tryna say you was always on hots
red beam, green beam, tag on the scene
last thing he seen was the color of dots
deep in that car wit the g in my jean
me and lil bro, two chops and the watts
we gon’ spin up the block
we gon’ show ’em what we do
.577, bullets look like needles
dead opps, souls in the air like an eagle
you movin’ hot like these bullets won’t freeze you
on that mission, you know i won’t fold
two deep, it was me and m row
del got the drop on a opp lets go
we catch a opp, he get add to the score
[verse 5: drako b and m row]
we finna leave a sweeper on the floor
got these n_ggas mothers prayin’ to the lord
on the net, she was boujee, i know she a [?]
she ain’t have no clothes when i came to the door
slapped out, crazy, now we on the floor
i came around 3, we was f_ckin’ ’til 4
deep in her guts, she be screamin’, “it’s yours”
she in a thong, and its [?]
slapped out right, now she doin’ them chores
she think she mine, she wearin’ my draws
lightskin baddie, her name rebecca
play hard to get, but you know i’ma get her
play wit her cl_t, her sh_t gettin wetter
she love when we out and the chop in my sweater
and her ex is a lame, she know that i’m better
bro got the g, i got beretta
we finna flock a n_gga down together
like, bullets gon pierce through his leather

[triple threat _ part 2]

[intro]
ayo, double, you k!lled that, on foenem grave

[verse 1: m row]
oh god d_mn, saw lil shh, and i let this blam
n_ggas, runnin’, watch how they scram
did a drill with a fit that i posted on the gram
keep that on a hush, sh_t was on cam
had dolo’ed my sh_t, then i went to the yams
lexi, jenny, caleb, pam
pam best friends with my ex_b_tch sam (d_mn, d_mn)
this is a message to y’all that just cap in your rap
why n_ggas lyin’, like they tryna blitz me?
ooch, clapped, head, tapped
i know he like, “why couldn’t they just miss me?”
can’t hit her wrong ’cause i know she gon’ trap
she think that i love her, i told her “don’t kiss me”
her lips too chap, i’ma just take a nap
next day, she like, “m row, why did you dismiss me?”
i f_ck with my apes, and i f_ck with my sleazys
thot b_tch love to send pics to just tease me
always come over to eat up and please me
smile everytime that we close, she just cheesy
if you jackin’ my block, you know it’s not easy
don’t f_ck with us, then we doin’ you greasy
free rug, free ek, b_rah, and breezy
ted got tagged in his stomach, he queasy
[verse 2: drako b]
on court, with the grip, i got handles
tryna spin, tryna see what this can do
spliff ’em, now these n_ggas lightin’ candles
dumpin’, now these n_ggas bustin’ dance moves
checkmate, i bet you that be they last move
i was the flyest n_gga in my classroom
always skip class, play dice in the bathroom
like, i know they mad i prevail
they rather see a n_gga dead or in jail
everything, gotta ride with my steel
commit murder for my brothers, i will
i shot quick, a n_gga brains get spilled
he got heat, got the block on tilt
ain’t go home ’til my pockets unfilled
when i shoot, take cover under a quilt
that’s why lil g pop got k!lled

[verse 3: tmb del]
i’m on 104, tryna catch me a sweeper
sh_t gettin’ cold, better keep you a heater
i’m with a lightskin, baddie, diva
tell her “pop out” cause i think i’m aneed her
see jay hound, and he wasn’t on nothin’
him and dot needa stop doin’ all the frontin’
n_ggas beat lil eli in public
l [?] punched ’em
let ’em live, like i couldn’t deduct ’em
lil slime got ripped, start bleedin’ and gushin’
better get out the way when we flare
how you shootin’ the clip, but throw one in the air?
on they block we ain’t showin’ no fear
seen lil finny, got beat with a chair (word to bro)
(beat lil finny with a_)
(seen lil finny, got beat with a)

[verse 4: m row, drako b & tmb del]
three deep, threw chops, on different streets
numerous shots, you gon’ hear ’em repeat
n_ggas dumped on nazzy, he tripped on his feet
and he fell to the floor, face hit concrete
n_ggas know i be talkin’ and stayin’ on beat
and i’m active in person, just know i’m not sweet
brown skin baby, she slim [?]
every time i come over, her room always neat
all black when you hop out the g
he get shot in his sh_t if he yellin’ out “skee”
he got blood in his eyes, he can’t see
n_ggas know with this gun, i’m elite
ain’t no way that you f_ckin’ with me
head tap from deep, n_gga, that’s a three
he got hit with the v
should’ve been on his side, walkin’ out in the street
told me, “come to the spot, the opps chill up the street”
so you know that i trooped it, it’s just me and g
shot after shot, it’s gon’ beat you a_
shot after shot, don’t get shot with ya g (ahh)

- m row

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