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wiki & tony seltzer – triple figaro lyrics

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[chorus]
something fundamental ’bout that figaro
give and go, pick and roll pro cash [?]
[?] on a roll
when that [?] tone banging out the stereo
sh+t, now we hearing it everywhere we go
something ’bout that triple figaro be hitting home
the third sitting cold, but i ain’t hit my limit though
word two, the fourth one gon’ be bigger yo

[verse 1]
something classic as a kid i had when i was born
[?] under my clothes, didn’t have it for sure
un regalo de abuela is what i was told
what it meant at the time though i didn’t know
too young to get the allure, what it was for
in church on the verge about to burst bored
before i had control over what i wore
a boujee b+tch, but never on no snooty sh+t
like them dudes over there that recruited him
right outta cooley high, they ain’t know what suited him
if they just gave him time, maybe try
gotta get bread if you expect to recoup this sh+t
regrouped after being cooped, ain’t been a minute since
been drippin’ in it, ain’t still
14k chainmail still fully [?]
when i was a little jit [?]
so i stay safe from any hit
just so i don’t go out like achilles did
my mother would be furious
so when she read the iliad she took it serious
she ain’t just dipped him in it, dropped him in [?] about the [?]
now i’m shrouded in it, what i came up out of
the ghosts surrounding him, see the glint around his neck
something ’bout how dependence sitting on his chest
hanging from that figaro as real as it gets
i know
[sample]
say, butch, you feel nervous? go home

[verse 2]
it’s that time of year where i check myself
drench myself with all my tears let myself
shedded all my fears, what’s left of me i left
right here so y’all could hear, see it clear

[chorus]
something fundamental ’bout that figaro
give and go, pick and roll pro cash [?]
[?] on a roll
when that [?] tone banging out the stereo
sh+t, now we hearing it everywhere we go
something ’bout that triple figaro be hitting home
the third sitting cold, but i ain’t hit my limit though
word two, the fourth one gon’ be bigger yo



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