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chuuwee & trizz - 3.5 lyrics

[intro]
yeah
check it out
how many grams in an eighth, n+gga?
smoke somethin’, yeah

[verse 1]
i been stayin’ off the ’net lately, i can’t do the flex, where the check?
hold on, look how i pulled up, i’m on they neck
bottom of the ninth and we got a better record than the mets
i take off when they speakin’ offset
we ain’t ‘migos nor friends in this b+tch, i’m still out collectin’ rent
tryna lower down my apr percent (wow)
now we talkin’ like grown ass men, hard for you to comprehend
i’m out tryna split a mortgage with my b+tch (ooh)
got a princess for a kid
my lil’ baby gon’ get everything i give
not to mention, did you see the way i slid?
classic on rims, i won’t tweet it, i ain’t buy it for retweets
how you slid your dream car ‘fore you buy your dream crib? b+tch, yeah
sittin’ on twelve systems at the crib
i’m on xbox 360 like it’s 2006 (borderlands)
countin’ scritch
gran turismo 3, 4, and 6
pso on dreamcache with the internet glitch

[chorus]
ayy, i be on my job, it’s reflected in my ties
me and all my guys, like the sun, we on the rise
if it ain’t about no dollars, i’m gon’ pay you never mind
can’t believe i slid on you, look how i’m gon’ slide
you can see it in my eyes, i’m determined to get mine
smokin’ out the pound, i can’t do no nickels, dimes (yeah)
even if it’s just an eighth, bet it’s still gon’ get me high
most blunted four times, watch me puff three+point+five (yeah, ayy, yeah)

[verse 2]
we got money now, these n+ggas gotta pay up
he talkin’ sh+t, when he see me, he gon’ say what?
don’t fold up, who you pressin’? n+gga, hold up
don’t ever try to fold us, we got it, n+gga, so what?
and if it ever was a problem, never froze up
and if you seen my name on a flyer, know it goes up
i pulled up in a chevy and she chose up
bougie ass b+tch walk around with her nose up
the homie with me, he thuggin’, keepin’ a four tucked
the whole party lookin’ at a n+gga, finna go nuts
parking lot pimpin’ out the window, doin’ donuts
you lil’ ass kids can’t get with these grownups, n+gga

[chorus]
ayy, i be on my job, it’s reflected in my ties
me and all my guys, like the sun, we on the rise
if it ain’t about no dollars, i’m gon’ pay you never mind
can’t believe i slid on you, look how i’m gon’ slide
you can see it in my eyes, i’m determined to get mine
smokin’ out the pound, i can’t do no nickels, dimes
even if it’s just an eighth, bet it’s still gon’ get me high
most blunted four times, watch me puff three+point+five

- chuuwee trizz lyrics

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