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Tre' Cinco

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I'm in this bitch nigga
Ha
It's Tre
You niggas trippin' but I'm limpin', I might regulate it All the shit that's in my head, I won't never
Say it On my way to pick you up, bitch, I ain't waitin
Cookie pack from Vallejo, I can't wait to face it
How you say that you love me, but it's really lust
You don't even know my name, bitch, I don't trust
She know I really like to sing, but I gas too
That's your bitch, I picked her up like some fast food
Keep it a hundred with me, nigga, why the f*ck you lyin'
Keep it a hundred with me, bitch, why the f*ck you cryin'
I'm the greatest, what you mean? I'm undisputed
A hundred deep we in the streets, free drake o the ruler
Think you cooler than my jeweler? Bitch, you hella stupid
Ninety-one go in my tank, real nigga fluids
I got niggas in L.A. that be street sweepin
To the neck when I'm slidin', I'm a speed demon
Don't give a f*ck about you bitches, and I never have
I'm a king and you a peasant, bitch, do the math
Wine tips, they been beggin' me, lay off the blacks
I ain't slidin' off your panties, you ain't got no wax
TreCinco running shit boy, where the f*ck you been
Tre and Day running L.A., cause we really twins
That nigga Tre just be singin', he ain't no rapper
Nigga, sit your ass down, cause you ain't no trapper
I'm a fly young nigga, f*ck with all the bitches
Been on my shit, always known for handlin' business
Yeah, yeah, cut it out, we know you a witness
Interrogation, I was hot, I knew you was snitchin
I'm a player, yeah, I know, let me make it right
Cause I need a real bitch and not the ones that type
If you ain't tryna fight for me, then get up out my life
You ain't my wife, I can't believe it, I knew you was trife
Yeah, I told you that I love you, but I take it back
Why the f*ck you lie to me? Bitch, you hella whack
Five, four, three, two, bitch, you ain't the one
I'm takin' off like a rocket, now I see the sun
I ain't finna ask, nigga, just pop out
Don't be speakin' up and down, what you not bout
Fake niggas get exposed, they don't get clout
Might get shot, tryna be cool, so just stop now
Don't you slide in my DMs, cause I know you broke
Tryna say that you unbothered, I know you a ho
I just wanna stack my money, tell I can't no mo
And I ain't eating no more Wendy's f*ck a four for four
I ain't goin' up the block, whip ain't got no tints
All this shit I busted down don't know what I spent
Put my all into this shit, couldn't even pay my rent
Smell like dope in the suburban, so we crack the vents
I ain't callin' you my brother, you won't elevate me
And I ain't callin' you my bitch, cause we ain't never dated
TreCinco in this bitch, watch me regulate it
F*ck a hook nigga

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