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trigga tre hrn - mad men k lyrics

intro
“its la hood rich n+gga from the star” “pull up hop out rockout you f+ck n+ggas thought i was gone but f+ck it i just pop out…like a wiesel”

verse 1
pumas on my feet i be stepping in these panthers
n+gga want some smoke like a newport we got cancer
like a hairstore,(emphasis) told a n+gga get his bands up
snitching ass i seen your black and white like a panda
like a homelessman i let him have it when he ran up
ion want the beat if it dont turn me to a dancer
ion want the pistol if that b+tch can’t put bout 10 up
rest in peep lil peep my mama told me put them xanz up
dancing with that rocket in my pocket pull yo pants up
when yo house stank thats the only time you spraying sum
doing all that mugging and that clutching like you scaring sum
cougar b+tch say im young enough to be her grandson
silver star that 438 sh+t what i stand on
i dont give a f+ck who dont like me b+tch you get stepped on
headshot gang like a id why he got a vest on
tol that b+tch to suck opn my d+ck till her neck gone
you wasn’t hitting l!cks you had allowance n+gga stop lying
i was in the cut posted up like a peroxide
like the gun range ain’t scared to post up with my glock out
cl!ck clack fie fie where your manners told him bye bye
all gas no brakes p+ssy n+gga i can’t stop nie
like a barber hold finna chop a n+gga top nie
like a weisel pull up on a opp its time to popout
like the beetles pull up on a opp its time to rockout
real life action b+tch not that sh+t you see on sci+fi
pluggged in connect b+tch im spectrum with the wifi
219 x 2 you speak on that and you might die nie
smoking whats his name got a n+gga in the sky nie
like a eagle booty p+ssy b+tch im extra fly nie
tuvwx they wonder why nie
run it up chasing that chicken ain’t talking popeyes
n+gga thank he raw i turn his hoe ass to a fish fry
you gone make me take off like a rocket
b+tch i am the socket
plug in got me running plays like sonic
dripping like a faucet
like some cocaine when you rerock it all you b+tches toxic
i ain’t even got to go to college i got plenty knowledge
i ain’t telling kids dont go to college listen to your father
its alot of sh+t the school ain’t taught me
shutup up b+tch im talking
booted earling mourning ain’t no cofee b+tch im chasing money
n+gga wanna fight ill turn this b+tch to royal rumble
i dont give a f+ck cause i ain’t blow yet b+tch im staying humble
watch me power up and tripple double on another hustle
baby got them cakes in her jeans shaped just like a bubble
i just want them chips and i ain’t talking bout a bag of ruffles
run up in your sh+t and all we wanted was a bag of duffles
n+gga gotta problem ima solve his ass just like a puzzle
i ain’t tryna chill i want them bills and i ain’t talking russell
tryna make sh+t shakeoff watch me takeoff like a f+cking shuttle

b+tch!!!

- trigga tre hrn lyrics

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