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stand on 10 - 3200tre lyrics

[intro: blade man]
(enrgy made this one)
blade man, n*gga

[verse 1: blade man]
you n*ggas cannot be like me, you wasn’t made for this
oh, my lil’ yeah with the yeah, that’s my favorite b*tch
might as well call me lee blade james how i carry sh*t
told a ham to walk inside that bank, stop that scary sh*t
every time a b*tch see me, she like, “it’s really him”
up some dog sh*t real quick and let her get a glimpse
she see me out the rickie owens, said i’m comin’ trim
she a grown b*tch, but i passed her to my brother spin
these n*ggas shouldn’t have no feet ’cause they don’t stand on tеn
my old homie, he an opp, he bеtter stand on ten
flexin’ that lil’ baby*ass roll, that’s a basic ten
his ass thought he was sh*t and bought a basic benz

[verse 2: 3200 tre]
hm, i ain’t good at networkin’, you be makin’ friends
hm, i’ve been in the trap sinnin’, tryna make amends
bro safe like a journal ’cause his paper thin
i don’t got a dollar for a b*tch, but i might save her friend
hm, if we locked in, then you don’t gotta worry
hm, i can’t put you in the game if you ain’t got a jersey
if you don’t wake up every day and hustle, you is not a person
hm, touch my cup and you’ll die, hope the pop was worth it
hm, i make money for no reason, i don’t got a purpose
hm, right now, my name poppin’ up and you don’t gotta search it
if you ain’t got insurance on your car, you can’t stop the searches
i turned that b*tch card off, i just blocked the purchase
[verse 3: blade man]
a n*gga play with my pape’, then he gettin’ murdered
finna set the booth right on fire like this b*tch a furnace
your b*tch always on my d*ck ’cause she know i’m the turntest
every time i buy a gift card, five hundred every purchase
n*gga said that he was on my head, sh*t, i told him merch it
and, n*gga, i don’t want no green, i be sippin’ purple
i just bust in this lil’ b*tch, i ain’t know she was fertile
swung the drac’ at that n*gga, i was tryna hurt him
n*gga want me in the booth, you gotta pay for verses
n*gga, i don’t pop no f*ckin’ beans, i be takin’ perkies
n*gga mad i took his cheese, so i told him murk me
i’ll hit your b*tch off the strength and you gon’ get her a birkin

[verse 4: 3200 tre]
hm, b*tch, i came up off glass, i’m like james worthy
hm, with or without pape’, i’m the same person
you a bad trick, you bought all your b*tches the same purses
hm, your motion slow, you at the crib tryna hang curtains
hm, get off your ass and make some pape’
you wanna be my wife? b*tch, get off your ass and make a play
i ain’t rich, if i buy a b*tch an ass, it better shake
you wanna keep it? make that pape’ back in twenty*seven days
i just flipped a band twenty*seven ways
you been sh*ttin’ on that zip for twenty*seven days
your b*tch don’t even like your d*ck, she said it’s lame
hm, i ain’t wanna bust my wrist, i left it plain

- 3200tre lyrics

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