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3200 tre & rmc mike - team preppin' lyrics

[verse 1: 3200 tre]
she like the way i rap, ’cause every bar real
whatever i can’t hold, the car will
i’m in here making bricks do a cartwheel
my shoe full of dope and [?], this a [?]
kidd told me this the one, he think the beat grew
did some sh+t i can’t respect, that’s all love, but i don’t speak to him
i don’t think this n+gga solid, i can see through him
i’m riding round with 50 grams of [?]
i can’t do this sh+t myself, it’s a team effort
how the shirt cost this much and it got three letters?
i don’t like the way your litter look, my [?] better
[?] some sh+t that you was thinking of, but it seem clever

[verse 2: rmc mike]
yeah i stopped drinking lеan, it’s a clean beveragе
and i know my dope clean, ’cause he fiends stretched it
3200 for my jeans, i’m [?] stepping
i’m just tryna [?] call it team preppin
f+ck a beam, i put a camera a.r.p
snapshot a n+gga face before i shoot him in his t++th
we out here tryna get some money, but we ain’t clueless to the beef
baby k kinda tudder, but it’s [?] when it speak
i’m the type [?] get the bag and split it with the hood
told brodie it’s a bet, long as the money on the wood
come from a small city, but i’m big dude, like i’m [?]
you would cut your hands off and wear mine’s if you could
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
caught a body at a dice game, [?]
my b+tch mart as f+ck, she give me brain, i don’t mind [?]
my old b+tch was a ho, but i don’t mind milage
the clip inside the gun on the nightstand
the clip inside the gun longer than a mic stand
i’m screaming f+ck that n+gga up, gramz, i’m his hype man
i’m really good in the 6, [?] man
i’m finna [?] long
[?] hold on
i’m finna go and f+ck me a fine model
in the club with an aditude, [?]
d+mn
it ain’t busters [?] bottle
[?]
[?] og, now you [?]
296 thousand dollars, that’s my whole closet

- 3200 tre rmc mike lyrics

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