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triponxan - dishes! lyrics

[intro]
waterrare made another one

[verse 1: waterrare]
zoomed through the sky they like how, and my glock goes pow wow
sold bricks for the cash, water on me it goes splash
i get dirty for the money, i might on f+ck your honey
vampire her name buffy, and i hate her mans like monday
and her mans is a goofy, why he looking at me funny?
because his b+tch is kinda sl+tty, and i beat her p+ssy bl++dy
make him buried like a mummy, i ain’t happy why it sunny
he dancing look like a monkey, inside of my cup it lookin muddy
and my trap house is on fleek, make this money i am geeked
checked on snapchat she got leaked, and these disses they were sneaked
checked on snapchat she got leaked, and these disses they were sneaked
and my trap house is on fleek, make this money i am geeked

[verse 2: atari kxrxi]
i’m gone pull up and go dummy, wrap him up now he a mummy
heard that boy was talking sh+t, i grab my blade and cut his lip
that little hoe yea she was sl+tty, she wanna f+ck, i bust some nuttys
choppa blow i let it paint. these n+ggas p+ssy they gone faint
i got the forces on my feet. this glockuh turn him into meat
i love my choppa like i’m tay+k, spin his block, now he a beyblade
123 that’s my extension. slice him up but i’m no kenshin
catch em lackin’ opposition, b+tch is you gone do these dishes?
scam a n+gga named ronaldo. find his ass like where’s waldo?
burn him out like he a newport, take him out, now that’s an escort

[verse 3: triponxan]
all my n+ggas keep a glocky, and we sneak up to your cribby
choppa turning off this body, air em out, turn em to [?]
keep a sticky, not a bl!cky, but you know that isn’t [?]
[?], legal weapon, choppa doing 9/11
suck my d+ck, she learned her lesson, then i go into depresson
keep a stick [?] b+tch this choppa gonna bless em
all my n+ggas f+cking totem, and you know my glock a demon
you keep asking where yo b+tches, when she out eating s+m+n
get yo b+tch up in the kitchen, with the dishes she be cleaning
we be smoking on the pipe, i think that little n+gga fainting

[interlude: triponxan]
ayy, b+tch

[verse 4: triponxan]
b+tch [?] started up and i go faster
while the bullets eat his body, turn it up, i ain’t no pastor
three sixes up my skull, [?]
?

- triponxan lyrics

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