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tg3 thr33 - protection lyrics

[intro]
ayy, uh+huh
ayy

[verse]
ain’t no trust inside these streets, a n+gga keep hands on your weapon
you caught a hat, but you late as f+ck, n+gga, keep on steppin’
a n+gga’ll prolly die inside the club for muggin’ me in my section
i don’t want no thot hoes in my section
big glock got a d+ck, i ain’t talkin’ erection
you dissin’ on fifty, get some protection
i prolly will trick and this b+tch from my bro
i don’t trust nothin’ while i’m city, so i got my pistol out right at the store (aight, you done? let’s go)
with that type to hit, got me late for the show
i always knew that i was gonna be a star, when i was young, couldn’t wait ’til i grow
my brother rocked hits, like he was just zoo
i done done it all just like shawty lo
get your ass clapped at the end of the show
ayy, i don’t know spanish, but yеah, adiós
man, these n+ggas couldn’t see me with a tеlescope
even thought i be in the streets like droppin’ hope
nah, i ain’t never double dash, i doubled up
i was mad at myself when i was f+ckin’ up
ooh, she got a lil’ ass, i’m tryna f+ck it up
got a lil’ casamigos, she throwin’ up
ayy, when we catch opps, celebration and toast up
get my lil’ brother a benz, he went nuts
just like giannis, i wanted some big bucks
big arp and it came with a c cut
i really got racks, i ain’t flash at no re+up
i send them boys head, just so you better dig up
ayy, have a load, just to get a big+ass cup
in the field gotta watch out for 12 like andrew murray
get caught in that wet, bro stuck like a tarantula
this in a headlock, just like a wrestler
n+ggas gangster on insta’ and messenger
f+ck what you say that we gettin’ the message
if she ain’t ’bout money, then i can’t stand next to her
all in her stomach, she say that i’m k!llin’ her
aight, y’all can have that lil’ sh+t, man, i’m done with this sh+t, i done finished up
in my city they look at me like i’m a legend, but really, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t done enough
she always say she wanted some kids, so i done put some in her tongue
lil’ bruh started wildin’ out like nick cannon, he got him a drum
[outro]
ain’t no trust inside these streets, a n+gga keep hands on your weapon
you caught a hat, but you late as f+ck, n+gga, keep on steppin’
a n+gga’ll prolly die inside the club for muggin’ me in my section
i don’t want no thot hoes in my section
big glock got a d+ck, i ain’t talkin’ erection
you dissin’ on fifty, get some protection

- tg3 thr33 lyrics

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