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v-nasty - three's up lyrics

[chorus: d.b. tha general]
3s up, we sliding veezas
we got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up
broke b-tch, an old b-tch, get your cheese up

[verse 1: d.b. tha general]
money long, you know how that b-tch go
any n-gga not bout doe, send that b-tch right up the snow
he want 4, h-ll no
man, you know that ain’t goin go
see, 3 5, where we’re at, b-tch n-ggas die
run and hide, i’m a motherf-ckin goon
i’m a beast, in the dark full moon
in that whole cartoon, b-tch talkin bout gettin chips, but ain’t have no money
you ain’t suckin d-ck, i’m on her quick
show her that i’m with the sh-t
with the clique, so i gotta get sick
you trippin, gotta calm your -ss down
got the mac, and a couple racks, see, i’m from the town

[chorus: d.b. tha general]
3s up, we sliding veezas
we got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up
broke b-tch, an old b-tch, get your cheese up

[verse 2: v-nasty]
keep a zip, smokin on that good sh-t
you suckers hating on me, imma show your -ss hood sh-t
playin with my money, i wish you would, b-tch
i been gettin racks, out in holliwood, b-tch
i get sick quick, f-ckin with the squad
only on this day, you f-ckin with the mob
keep my 3 up, boy, that’s who raised me
eastside of california, that’s who made me
i f-ck with my hood, 35th, stand up
ask about the last, hood rat now
it’s a robbery, b-tch, put your hands up
you hoes down there, while i got my bands up

[chorus: d.b. tha general]
3s up, we sliding veezas
we got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up
broke b-tch, an old b-tch, get your cheese up

[verse 3: quise tha criminal]
b-tch, we t’d up, throwin them 3s up
me and evie blowin purple, he be havin a seizure
run up on us if you want to, i bet we won’t freez up
i’m the shoulder heater, rappin on, ain’t no playin with them actors
i’m all about that action, choppers and them gloccs
f-ck dien in the hood, i k!ll you in the block
hood n-ggas pistol whippin, start pimpin
thes hoes like cur derico
from uptown to shutdown, movin pounds
doin shows, different citys
real n-ggas, f-ck m, on my d-ck, your b-tch suck for me
like a n-gga that been to jail, i gettin a rest
we poppin bottles, me, and my brother jeff

[chorus: d.b. tha general]
3s up, we sliding veezas
we got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up
broke b-tch, an old b-tch, get your cheese up

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