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nocap - triple cross lyrics

[intro]
da+d+mn dior, this sh+t crazy
look out, veno
veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients

[chorus]
let me do anything, don’t let me down
new hoes ain’t act right, i turnt them around
turned up, got my wrist right, i’m lit up right now
they didn’t picture me like this, run up a whole ‘nother amount
come from where they lettin’ off, haul fentanyl
i be quick to talk when that money call
i’m the devil boss, i’m the triple cross
we gone forever ball without y’all
[verse]
my b+tch not on her period, but i keep that red dot with me
said you riding with them n+ggas, so you gonе take headshots with ’em
hе got hit up in his body, that’s the best time to buy
all alone, sittin’ on the moon, is the best time to cry
any time is a good time to slide
is i’ma park or i’ma leave this b+tch in drive?
and i’m still tryna figure if she mine, or not
shouldn’t have to decide
story of my life n+gga
drill, now them pipes bigger
should’ve been a n+z+, ion even like n+ggas
bought a bunch of .30 clips, they know they ain’t into me
i drive, and joe be hanging out the door, we got chemistry
i grab her necklace, stuff it down her throat, do it gently
f+ck ’em and i know they going blind, they ain’t seeing me
ten thousand spent on rhude, i just hope you see the good in me
my money talk, i bring that bag out, it do it fluently
f+ck no, i’m not happy with a mil’, i need ten at least
i come out of public housing, you can’t get that gutter off me
classic b+tches rubbing off
hit the mall, buy it all, don’t care the cost
my tennis shoes ah rent your house
catch a n+gga slipping, give him rounds, that’s yo d+mn fault
got me making love songs for the streets, i’m into you
bought a couple traphouses to show you what i’m into you
i won’t talk to no one, we gone spin they block and vent to you
watch had came presidential
i’ma make america jug again
make america jug again, again, again
they gone+
make america jug again
yeah, make america jug again
veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients
[chorus]
let me do anything, don’t let me down
new hoes ain’t act right, i turnt them around
turned up, got my wrist right, i’m lit up right now
they didn’t picture me like this, run up a whole other amount
come from where they lettin’ off, haul fentanyl
i be quick to talk when that money call
i’m the devil boss, i’m, the triple cross
we gone forever ball without y’all

- nocap lyrics

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