| Triple-X, Triple-X Triple-X Triple-X
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| Winning lottery numbers coming up
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| Pockets so fat, soakin' in that bitch (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| Playin' with my niggas then I’m gonna kill (Triple-X ayy, Soldier Kidd)
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| Fuckin' 'round with them, pull up, make 'em mad (Soldier Kidd)
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| Hundred bands, hundred bands (look)
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| Pockets so fat, lookin' like a binder
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| Zoe Boy got the eyes of a tiger
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| He gon' bite, I supply it
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| Got that iron, then I go to firin'
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| You don’t want no work, you just want to shine
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| I just popped another perk, got her snortin' lines
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| If he say he been my turf, you know that he lyin'
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| If he say he wanna get burnt the you know I’m slidin'
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| I ain’t green nigga, you know that ain’t me
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| But I got that heat, four hundred degrees
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| Pull up on my dog like pullin' up on me
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| Kill a nigga 'bout my dog 'cause they see it’s deep
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| Young nigga fresh up off a lick
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| Ridin' dirty, still slidin' with the stick
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| If you roll up on a nigga, that’s a hit
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| Like your bitch on my dick, that’s a hit
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| I’m made for the trap, I’m never quittin'
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| Crackers on my ass but I’m too legit
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| Got these boogers on my wrist, that’s a hit
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| Triple-X, Glory Jit, that’s a hit
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| And I’m fresh up off a lick whoadie, you ain’t got no nicks whoadie
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| White boy like it’s Zack & Cody, I been dreamin' of a Rollie
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| Pull up and I got my poley, nigga used to run from police
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| Why my pockets stay swollen, got a semi, ain’t no colon
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| Nigga don’t know I’m steady rollin', like some dice I’m steady rollin'
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| Brand new fire but that bitch stolen, you gon' die, ain’t no holdin'
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| In your hood I’m just scrollin', all this money, ain’t no foldin'
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| I just peep these niggas phony, you gon' reap what you sewin'
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| I’m too geeked like where you goin', all this ice it got me snowin'
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| All these hoes they gettin' boring, they ain’t never met a foreign
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| They ain’t never kicked no door in, used to go and hit on Lauren
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| What that is, these niggas pourin', I’m just ballin', I be scorin'
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| Young nigga fresh up off a lick
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| Ridin' dirty, still slidin' with the stick
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| If you roll up on a nigga, that’s a hit
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| Like your bitch on my dick, that’s a hit
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| I’m made for the trap, I’m never quittin'
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| Crackers on my ass but I’m too legit
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| Got these boogers on my wrist, that’s a hit
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| Triple-X, Glory Jit, that’s a hit |