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ysr dee rich – triple threat كلمات اغاني

[intro: ysr dee rich]
(ys finna k!ll ’em, b_tch)
(yanabu, you goin’ crazy, n_gga)
sh_t

[verse 1: ysr dee rich]
my b_tch tried to swing while i had drac’, i draked the b_tch
i’m lyin’ i took a can of mace from her and maced the b_tch
ain’t trippin’ on no case, i got pape’, get the case dismissed
my opp died and came back to life, he a lucky b_tch
ridin’ ’round the north with two switches, i’m on some other sh_t
he did some bullsh_t, then went ot, got his brother hit
drop a four in a cream soda, it’s voluptuous
7.62 hit his face, he ain’t duck ’em quick
smoke a n_gga at the gas station right by pump five
this n_gga krispy really broke as h_ll, don’t even got five
i made 60k off that road, i am not lyin’
i had a standoff with my opp and hе started flyin’
shoot the change out of a n_gga and watch him drop dimеs
80g, run through cali ‘bows without tryin’
i ain’t a sh_ttyboy, but i sh_t on n_ggas like babytron
if the opps said they ever slid on us, just know they lyin’
[verse 2: iz bo]
he duck smoke with n_ggas, but he be out here punchin’ a b_tch
if i’m ridin’ ’round with rich and tee, it’s three guns in the whip
your girl can’t even eat the whole meat, but she munchin’ the tip
break both his legs, the sky blue, go eat lunch with a crip
drown a n_gga out in devil’s lake, go be one with the fishes
if bro ever performin’ in the club, i’m the one with the bl!ck
my n_gga baglife keep a drac’, yeah, the one with the kick
i hate a sl!ck talkin’ n_gga, boy, don’t get punched in the lip
i can’t sell weed to hoes no more, they’ll pay you in wic
you didn’t hit n0body on that drill, they paid you to miss
you stuffed too many bullets in your gun tryna make you a switch
you mixed seagram’s with some patrón tryna make you a fifth
just because you got a couple guns, that don’t make you a crip
my n_gga be done smoked a whole crew if you make an attempt
i told my gun to slap the clip in it, i’m makin’ a pimp
i cut his water off, he risin’ up like i’m raisin’ the rent
she think she finna get some money out me, she shakin’ her tits
all my n_ggas go and get the bag, you’d wait on the b_tch
you prayin’ on that ssi check, so you wait on the fifth
the girl i’m with fourteen years older, that make her a milf?

[verse 3: baglife tee]
hittin’ b_tches with the cold shoulder, i be actin’ stiff
mama asked me, “what’s that foul odor?” that’s six different zips
stampin’ out the crib off a pill, can’t forget my bl!ck
plus i poured a six of green up, i’m leanin’ like a b_tch
brodie said it’s time to mask up, let me grab my stick
alright, alright, let me talk my sh_t
in miami smokin’ real runtz thanks to dee rich
and we ain’t have to pay for nothin’, he took they sh_t
seven grams when i’m rollin’ up, bro blunt’s a zip
mic’ drac’ and a glock tucked, they both legit
two b_tches tryna let me f_ck, they both gon’ kiss
soon as a n_gga get his nut, they both gon’ dip
really ain’t no n_gga hard as us, we oh so different
hit her in the winter, big busses, stuff ‘bows up in ’em
[outro: baglife tee]
baglife, n_gga

- ysr dee rich

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