| I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers
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| The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
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| That mean the croke-adile, see ya’ll niggaz chokin’now
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| Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
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| Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
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| Garage, Benz, Lambourgini, Rover fouls
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| Red, blue, green like the average frog
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| Don’t be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue
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| Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle
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| Chain twist and tangle, you’ll get ripped and mangled
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| Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
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| Can’t find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles
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| Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
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| Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
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| The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
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| Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger
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| Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
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| Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up This is for my fly ice niggaz
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| Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
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| Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck
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| Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us This is for my Benjamin bitches
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| You don’t need 'em, get money credit scam bitches
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| Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
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| I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on, then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap
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| pap)
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| Got a sickenin’loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
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| Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don’t piss me off
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| Listen horse a lot of niggaz I did endorse
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| Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
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| Only force I call is the Holocaust
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| Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)
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| Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
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| Hot water, mask, gloves, can’t take the odor
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| But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older
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| Remember back in the days, man them days is over
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| Know it might seem I’m sellin’ya’ll a pipe dream
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| Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
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| And that was in the late 1990's
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| You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
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| Killa, easy
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| I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
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| Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
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| I triple the chain, triple the wrist
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| Dice game the same night I through triples and split
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| I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks
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| Got 'em on a triple beam takin’trips with the bricks
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| My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches
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| Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet
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| Raping they pockets and taking they projects
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| If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick
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| Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip
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| You gotta go triple to say that it’s my shit
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| But for now get ya hustle up How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
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| Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Triple Up , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Killa Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп