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lul tys – tripple letter lyrics

[intro]
(aye, look)
(it’s tys in this b+tch and we brought them packs in)
(tripple m on the beat)

[chorus]
said i’m back up on my sh+t, [?] yo b+tches and hit l!cks
see his cuban lighting up in the dark and he getting stripped
yo ass jammed, this the way that we came in since we was kids
[?] houses bands and em’ packs and we breaking in
tys, tripple letter n+gga known to be [?]
my ten letters going nazy i still f+ck with tlg
ain’t trippin bout that other sh+t i know they f+ck with me
i got a sukka b+tch who love me she been trynna f+ck the team

[verse 1]
think that b+tch f+ck with you i got to drop up on yo stupid ass
he think he finna get some p+ssy we gon’ do him bad
the glock get nasty, shooters slighty going through his ass
these cap n+ggas ridin’ round’ with them surrats
[?] ridin’ round’ with that sh+t man
i wonder if them n+ggas ever [?]
pop up in one of the partys let that stick dance
pull a skit, then switched up in city’s hope ion get jammed
if she ain’t talkin’ bout’ a bag she not my type
broke b+tch need a loan just to f+ck me and spend the night
f+ck a n+gga baby mom think he mad that i gave her pipe
i ain’t finna raise no kids who need daddy up in they life
and ion even like yo b+tch but when she pay i can’t resist
[?] suckin’ me while them b+tches be on my d+ck
33 be the gang but it’s also up in the sticks, shootin’ [?] to pass the gleek so lil brodie could go assist
[chorus]
said i’m back up on my sh+t, [?] yo b+tches and hit l!cks
see his cuban lighting up in the dark and he getting stripped
yo ass jammed, this the way that we came in since we was kids
[?] houses bands and em’ packs and we breaking in
tys, tripple letter n+gga known to be [?]
my ten letters going nazy i still f+ck with tlg
ain’t trippin’ bout that other sh+t i know they f+ck with me
i got a sukka b+tch who love me she been trynna f+ck the team

[verse 2]
all that tough sh+t you talkin better stop it
all these polls up on his live, but he ain’t pop it
it’s tys, they know the name b+tch i’m poppin’ had a
had a rat stuck up in the trap sh+t i was prolly the one who popped it
[?] to the park we havin’ fun we gon slide it
got a [?] phobia yeah they be scared to come outside
and know we lookin for they ass and if we see em’ they gon’ die
i’m skiéd up, with glock on, me just to make it through the night
if some shots get dropped on me, then we takin’ n+ggas lives
a hundred shots [?]
and even when they popped on me, they just wasn’t aiming right
yeah they ain’t really want that body, they ain’t ready for my [?]
if somebody get knocked off, then turn the heat up in streets
this glock been gettin’ fired, burn his team up with this gleek
get anything but a chance yeah we don’t shoot below the knees
the sukkas gon’ claim they k!llers but they shootin’ n+gga’s feet
[chorus]
said i’m back up on my sh+t, [?] yo b+tches and hit l!cks
see his cuban lighting up in the dark and he getting stripped
yo ass jammed, this the way that we came in since we was kids
[?] houses bands and em’ packs and we breaking in
tys, tripple letter n+gga known to be [?]
my ten letters going nazy i still f+ck with tlg
ain’t trippin’ bout that other sh+t i know they f+ck with me
i got a sukka b+tch who love me she been trynna f+ck the team

(tripple m on the beat)

- lul tys lyrics

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