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sg tip - 6 side lyrics

[intro: sg tip]
the f-ck you mean, you don’t know dj marc b?
uh
uh
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: sg tip]
ménage à trois with two bad b-tches, they both dimes
i give ’em back to the streets, they were never mine
you play with me, i’ll triple cross, n-gg-, you ain’t my kind
they wipe your -ss and your nose, they the real slimes
these n-gg-s tellin’, point fingers, and they throwin’ signs
they pump faking in they rap, all facts on mines
i don’t listen to that bullsh-t, i don’t even have the time
and i’ma always chase the paper, even if i’m blind

[verse 1: sg tip]
i know big bloods that’ll smoke you like a rasta
i can’t be with you, i only love my chopper
this glock-23’ll cook you like some pasta
and i can’t wait to shoot your -ss, i don’t need no shotta
i had to upgrade all my b-tches, check my roster
i’m tryna upgrade out the hood, take my stocks up
i made it out the hood, my heart still a block boy
and i can’t show that n-gg- no love, he a cop, boy

[verse 2: real recognize rio]
money makin’ n-gg- out that six side, ayy
f-ck what you heard, all these other n-gg-s d-ck ridin’
n-gg- don’t want no smoke, ayy, tell him quit hidin’ (pop out)
chasing paper, b-tch, i feel like gates, ’cause i can’t get tired
bad yellow b-tch, colored hair like she 6ix9ine
step on n-gg-s’ necks about that paper, i gotta get mine
n-gg- dyin’, my young n-gg- slidin’, hittin’ up fish fries
make these n-gg-s feel me, if he don’t, he must be paralyzed
f-ck a blue check, in the streets, b-tch, i’m verified
n-gg- talkin’ crazy on the low, he better clarify
they don’t wanna let me in the door, i got ’em terrified
and n-gg- know not to go against this sh-t, f-ck ’round, be terrorized, ayy (triple r)

- sg tip lyrics

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