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thr33 - get down lyrics

[intro]
avoiding hate, ain’t as easy as it sounds, you know, it’s

[chorus]
now that i see, i did for you, but you ain’t do for me
i was just f+cked up by myself, but you already know that’s how life be
and i’m tryna get as high i can be
i sip me some wokky, and then go to sleep
i left that b+tch, ’cause she for the streets
that p+ssy boy don’t want no beef, no, he not tryna get down

[verse]
no, we not playing around
5.56 gon’ hit that boy down
and i just knew that b+tch a snake, ’cause, she stay up to something
you run up on gang, you run up on me, we just gon’ hit at yo m+ffin
and i keep glock up in my pants, like a kangaroo pouch
and i’m tryna run that bread up, tryna get a bigger amount
now she wanna come back ’cause i got clout
oh that’s our thot? put d+ck in her mouth
remember them days i was going insane?
took me a perky, fill up my brain
walk with a stick, i ain’t talking no cane
he ain’t got no bread, that sh+t is a shame
n+ggas be hating, like, what’s that about?
i flew to la, came back to the south
you wasting your sh+t, you just running yo’ mouth
we shooting at you like this b+tch call of duty
she passed around, that b+tch is a groupie
me and my n+ggas tryna slide like toosii
i need my b+tch to have a big booty
some days be good, some days be bad
my life getting better, and, i’m feeling glad
stay broke in the crib, that’s why you be sad
she calling my phone, now she talking bout the past
d+mn, b+tch don’t lie to me, don’t tell me tales
i stay with my brother, like, sonic and tails
my cousin was locked up, he ain’t have bail
i get to the green, spinach, kale
i’m tryna be stuck, i’m tryna prevail
wake up out my bed, i’m thinking ’bout different ways to run this sh+t up
b+tch ass n+gga, i ain’t liking yo tone
talking that sh+t, get to breaking yo bones
i ain’t have n0body, i was alone
baby come here ’cause you bad to the bone
if it ain’t ’bout money, get the f+ck off my phone
i’ma do that crime myself, f+ck boy, i’m giving out belt
that lazer on me, i melt
down bad, you ain’t know how i felt
catch a opp n+gga screaming for help
choppa on me, that b+tch sing like whitney
you against me, or you with me?
and my pockets filled with h+lla fifties
i’ma take off, in a jiffy
off a perc, i walk like nicki
it’s a club house, no mickey
super geeked, i’ma get dizzy
freak b+tch gripping on my pants
up the glock, make a n+gga dance
seen a big booty godd+mn, against me you ain’t got a chance
[chorus]
now that i see, i did for you, but you ain’t do for me
i was just f+cked up by myself, but you already know that’s how life be
and i’m tryna get as high i can be
i sip me some wocky, and then go to sleep
i left that b+tch, ’cause she for the streets
that p+ssy boy don’t want no beef, no, he not tryna get down

[outro]
what all i can i say to p+ss everybody off?

- thr33 lyrics

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