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trifecta 3rd degree - you know who farted (fuckwithmeyouknowigotit freestyle) lyrics

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[who farted]
oh sh-t somebody farted oh my god
yeah somebody farted y’all disgusting
-that wasn’t me
come on
-that wasn’t me
dude just come on man
-was that you?, was that you?
yeah, cause i ate fries
-you farted?
no!
come on man
one of y’all farted bruh i swear to god
man you probably farted
-nah it was probably you man
i just got in right now man
woooo
hey [?] you going home?
-where else am i supposed to go

[song]
turn up, turn up turn up
n8 th3 gr8, king wasabi
its your boy slim dias godd-mn!

[king wasabi]
we in the trap
i can’t trap
when i run
i do some laps

[n8 th3 gr8]
i wear diamonds on my d-ck
everybody knows it
that’s why they wanna suck it cause its so f-cking d-mn big

jewelry on his d-ck
what? that n-gga g-y

[slim dias]
at least if you put jewelry on your d-ck it looking icy
n-gga got that icy d-ck, d-mn that sh-t looking so fresh (that’s cold!)
b-tches on his d-ck, how many 26
(you g-y n-gga!) its 12 inches b-tch!

[n8 th3 gr8]
yo, everytime i f-cking skeet
that sh-t is like heaven man, you just wanna l!ck it
put it on ice cream, that sh-t is a topping
call that sh-t jeez, everybody knows it
jesus even likes it , everybody wants it
i tell that b-tch though, she can calm down her t-ts

[rev g]
let me reach you with a preach
wait, oh oh oh oh
vision aplenty, hindsight 20/20 ya feel me dawg? oh

[n8 th3 gr8]
that b-tch got me on 20/20
its a f-cking abc show
for all yall n-ggas that don’t know
you indian tourette m-f-s

let you know who the f-ck i is b-tch
(we trifecta) its slim dias on the track
(pedigree third degree, everyone knows we trifecta)
we k!lled this track (we just k!lled this sh-t right here boy)
got more bombs than iraq, hit em with that two piece
his funeral’s next sat-rday

[n8 th3 gr8]
everytime i go kfc i order that two piece combo
its so d-mn big, that b-tch gave me a drumstick
that’s longer than my d-ck
i told that b-tch, i don’t eat sh-t like that
cause that sh-t is too intimidating

i think you know what this n-gga meant going to key-fc
you mean kfc, you illiterate -ss motherf-cker go back to school
n-gga you dumb, dumber than migos (you chief keef dumb)
dumber than migos, dumber than my goats, everybody knows
you ain’t even know it, we too turnt up for the third time
like uoeno, going off, f-ck y’all said i’m going off

this sh-t is krokodil, i’m on krokodil
i look like a crocodile

we high as f-ck n-gga, we high as f-ck
wooh hookah b-tch, no n-gga its all about that hard
smoking these b-tches like hookah boy, b-tch give me some loud
when i’m in new york, b-tches give me that fork
[?] on my d-ck cause they want two in the cork
piggin out on my d-ck, imma call that pork
champagne on that bottle

everytime i’m in la, that b-tch makes a u-turn to my -ssh0l-
that means she eat -ss

shoutout to my b-tches that eat -ss y’all cool as h-ll
hit me up if you eat -ss for real

shoutout to the n-ggas in the 316

s/o to atl n-ggas, it’s all about abercrombie b-tch
blood and crips

no n-gga it’s all about my d-ck b-tch

peace out

- trifecta 3rd degree lyrics

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