Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triple Threat, artist - Anilyst. Date of issue: 29.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Triple Threat |
| Look, I live like a rebel I’m resilient |
| I’m a star not a general civilian |
| Got a white girl but her ass looks Brazilian |
| Not a rich chick but her swag’s worth a billion |
| Got skills that’ll shine through the night time |
| Cuz they say I spit it doper than a white line |
| I write rhymes, living in my lab like I’m Einstein |
| Thinking with my left brain cuz I’m out my right mind |
| Girls tell me I’m an ass I’m a bit rude |
| If that’s true then that means that I’m the shit too |
| Lovin' how I spit raw, sick enough to spit flus |
| Homie I’m a big dog, never been a shih tzu |
| See I’ve never been afraid to let the four clap |
| Leave you faggots in a mountain with a broke back |
| Homie I’m a psycho thats never been on Prozac |
| I’mma have you pussies lookin' stiffer then a Kodak |
| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats |
| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X |
| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats |
| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X |
| (Interlude) |
| Y’all flow like a river I’m a big wave |
| And they say the kid is sick enough to spit AIDS |
| Get paid, leave a brotha limping if he bitch made |
| Reaching for my trigger while I stick you with a switch blade |
| Real playas never get played |
| Always gettin' bitches I’ve been pimpin' since the fifth grade |
| Listen to the kid he’s just so vicious how he spits rage |
| Wishing you can diss him but he rips it like a slit page |
| Yea, see I spit it on a nightly |
| Got the kind of flow thats fully tripping up your psyche |
| I be, sicker then a brotha on an IV |
| It’s likely you’ve never heard another spit it like me |
| Yea, they be speaking just to talk |
| Till I get the squeezin' where I’m leaping off a shot |
| I ain’t gettin' even till you’re leaking from your top |
| And believe me I’m the reason that your breathing’s gonna stop |
| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats |
| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X |
| Rollin' with the top down, on top now |
| I’m feeling like I’m never sick of sipping Ciroc rounds |
| You talk down? |
| West coast I’m block bound |
| And I can even get you shot down in Chi-town |
| Look, the decision is official |
| To kill your whole division if you diss him with the pencil |
| And if you try to run and I don’t get you with this pistol |
| Then I put it on my mama I ain’t missing with this missile |
| Yea, I got the chrome by the leather seat |
| People say I’m quiet cuz I’m zoned I don’t ever speak |
| Stoned for the second week, grown as a clever freak |
| Pissing on these records but I never let my records leak |
| Yea, now I’m changing up the topic |
| Mad because you haters just ain’t capable to stop it |
| Hating cuz you see I got this game up in my pocket |
| And I’ve even got these labels tryna label me a prophet |
| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats |
| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X |