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Triple777 - VAMPED lyrics

Artist: Triple777

album: VAMPED


Huh, yuh
I could do this all day
If you don't think I'm legit come and look at my face
You a disgrace, uh
I don't play I'm gettin' paid for plays
So put the mula on the table or come meet yo' fate
Look at how ya' bitch got played
You ain't gotta love it but get the fuck out the way
Either way, it go I'ma fucking carry the weight
I don't slow shit down 'till it's everybody straight
I'ma dick in the moshpit, UNDERLORD mobbin'
Give me all the money 'cause that is yo' only option
Crashin' yo' party, steppin' like the army
Bitch, you ain't hard 'cause you built like a Barbie
Really shoulda shot me
I don't fuck around with the kids trynna pop me
Next month trippin' it's a rack for the feature
Fuck T7 I'ma beat him in a seizure
Don't fuck with y'all neither, yeah, yeah
(Hahaha, holy shit, yeah)
Bitch, (I'm done), put that money where it need to be
Bitch, fuck all that talkin' we gon' really see
I'm smokin' beats like I used to smoke tree
Had to clear my mind to come and kick out yo' teeth
I'm up on that shit like it's back when I started
I got my payback, ain't that what you wanted?
Set my shit up in y'all city, I'm solid (Yeah)
Shit that I did probably make me a target
Unfortunately, I'm fortunate bet you fuckin' mad
We recordin' it while you snortin' it
Well, see who gets the bag
Unlike Jay Z, I wasn't focused on the Ave
My home is anywhere where I'm making music so gas
Die slow bitch, I wanna kick it with the worst one
I been picking up habits and bitch I'm not done
They put me out of commission and bitch I still won
Keep fucking working the kitchen, I'm fucking on one
(Fuck, goddamn, we're gonna have to bring out the big guns)
(Wassup, ayo HXSTAGE!)
Get up, pick up
Bags of the money I'm fuckin'
Pissed off, fists up
Talkin' shit it's your skull that I'm fuckin'
Stomp my boots through the back of his head
Talking shit online think he tough, now that bitch fuckin' dead
Failing 7 times to make a wave lookin' ass bitch
"I just need my motherfuckin' drugs!"
Yo' shit trash bitch
Fuck both these faggots on the front half
I'm fuckin' up the back half
Peach rings out the backpack I grab that
Yo, lookin' like a clown bitch you a fuckin' joke
Please don't stick around bitch I hope you fuckin' choke
(Ayo, fuck)
(Guess what?)
(You fucked up!)
I told you not to fuck with me, unless you gettin' buck with me
You fuck with me you end up under me and that's a guarantee
And nobody ever got the meaning the vision I be seein'
Feelin' so damn defeated said fuck it, I'ma keep on teachin'
Runnin' to the top 'cause God I need it, God I need it
I be dreamin' can't stop thinkin' 'bout the time that I'ma beat this
Fuck it
Enter my mind, my demons reply
It's where this reside, my passion divine!

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