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threazy - questions lyrics

told her if she let me f+ck her, i’ma sl+t her out
welcome to my drug house
sandwich bag and an ounce
stuffing cash in the couch
try to play with the gang, have them young n+ggas go take em out
choppa kick, get em picked out the crowd
trap to the sundown, we never been through a drought
ayy, we servin’ dope every season
this 223 behemoth, 762, it’s a heathen
just wish i could talk to j money, cause he was my demon
still ain’t got no time for grievin’
back to the trap, that’s what i beliеve in

they done hit up lil pat for no rеason call up yg, why you ain’t have a steel
you was tweakin’
3 am in the crib, i was laid up with kim
checkin’ my phone, missed call from b+rip
feel like it was yesterday, i can remember
i looked through the window and seen it was him
it was just me and him in the kitchen with sticks
tryin’ to plot out a k!llin’ on them
and you know if lil 3 ever catch him
this sh+t’ll be up to the ceiling with them
these n+ggas, they really can’t see me
that’s even when i’m on my worst day shout out lil dennis the menace
the first day he turned 21, went and bought him a g43 for his birthday
choppa kick, make the motherf+ckin’ earth quake
they holdin’ him, watchin’ his soul go
it was no way he would make it before the police and the nurse came
told that b+tch if she let me f+ck then i’m probably gon’ make her rich
told my n+gga if we ever get caught for that hit
i’ma go do a bid and don’t throw away none of my sticks
at the club and they tryna do a frisk they want me to perform at this sh+t
everywhere that i go, it’s a risk
so ain’t no checkin’ me for the torch
boy, i’m way too important for this
i guess i feel like i’m special
draco it’s special, b+tch, you know a lil n+gga pressure
k!ll him and we send a message
you know if we catch him, no weapon then f+ck it, we flex him
livin’ my life, it’s a blessing
i never wanted to be around none of these broke n+gga’s presence
you don’t see the king around the peasants
if you ain’t talkin’ money to me, n+gga dead it
they be livin’ in debt off of credit
shot to the head, send a f+ck n+gga right to the medics
send a f+ck n+gga right up to heaven
i got a blood fetish
i get em murdered for pennies
you know them lil’ n+ggas ain’t leaving no messes
i never talk to detectives if they at my door and they askin’ me questions

- threazy lyrics

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