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trifecta 3rd degree - lemonade freestyle lyrics

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we outchea

call me the birdman
i make her tapout
run around her house
call that lap out
your b-tch obsessed about my d-ck, snap out

what she want?

b-tch, call me tarzan
i be f-cking monkey d-ck

but guess they don’t want that f-cking toothpick (oohh)

what she want?
toothpicks cause they’re skeet in her t–th get it rip

you’re delivery’s here, delivery time
we call that chief keef, macaroni time

i gave you that, that’s real nice
its nighttime, turn on the headlights

fly as sh-t, we out here
spitting free verse outchea

ain’t n0body f-cking with my clique

except that n-gga don cause he a d-mn b-tch

we always come first like football in picks

what she want, i still don’t know what she want
she so indecisive
man it’s not fish filet cuh

jesus christ, jesus christ
he saved you from [?]
they call him the way, the truth, and the life

nahh

listen this is how we live
we do it everyday every style, leh go

i get hoes, like dirt
treat these hoes, like dirt

treat these hoes like ladies?
nah bruh treat my d-ck like cheney’s

we stomp on them like some lay’s chips
we don’t give them [?]
bartenders, no tips

i don’t know what we doing but it sounds good
what you think we from the same neighborhood
mr. rogers (spitting fire)
mr. rogers
(ain’t playing with y’all n-ggas) mr. rogers

an eagle flying high in the sky
cause he d-mn high

what they want? (jesus christ)

- trifecta 3rd degree lyrics

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