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tragic - 3300grim lyrics

hook:
stop playing with the d*ck b*tch gone head gag it , you be f*ckin with them lame ass n*ggas that’s tragic. spent racks on the fit but he ain’t swaggin
i spent racks on the stick and i’m gone blast it, i spent racks on this stick just to go jackin
feel like biggie smalls in this f*ckin avirex jacket ,in my rmc jeans its a big ratchet
verse:
weak ass n*gga got a gun think he gangster .. f*ck n*gga what ever makes you happy. i’m a entrepreneur tryna run up rackys, i was 14 in my room weighing up baggies , you was 14 getting jugged smoking tea baggies. n*gga i’m the big dog lil n*gga you a poodle ,boy this iron get hot get popped likе a strudle , all dogs go to heaven byе bye n*gga tootles
3300fm that’s the radio station everything i make a god d*mn classic. got ya b*tch streaming 3300 on apple, b*tch clutch pulling up wit the woods and the snapple. man its been a while imma drop a duce in a apple. 2 sl*ts on my nuts, know a young n*gga had to. got her blowing on my wood while her friend
l!ck my cashews, b*tch where yo inner freak? lil hoe get nasty!
hook2:
stop playing with the d*ck b*tch gone head gag it , you be f*ckin with them lame ass n*ggas that’s tragic. spent racks on the fit but he ain’t swaggin
i spent racks on the stick and i’m gone blast it, i spent racks on this stick just to go jackin
feel like biggie smalls in this f*ckin avirex jacket ,in my rmc jeans its a big ratchet
verse2: and this r got a green beam, make it shoot accurate
for the sh*t that i’m smokin on, n*gga we taxing
tell the geek hit the alley way n*gga i’m sketching ,the block hot cops come, n*gga i’m bailing ! how y’all getting so many times still ain’t felons ? u can’t put sh*t past no n*gga. no telling !?
in a foreign car going fast in my own section . she wanna give me head while i drive, might just let her. broke the b*tch back rolled a blunt now she feel better. gave ya b*tch back felt bad, now i feel better. man these air max make me run to the racks faster. i’m a highly intelligent ignorant black b*st*rd. got these stripper hoes getting church money from the paster . u can tell i’m from the trenches n*gga u ain’t gotta ask me, u can smell the sh*t i’m smoking loud u ain’t gotta ask me, u can stand around round while i smoke i ain’t finna pass it, cuz this weed 100$ a eighth ain’t no use in asking. take a drag blow right in yah face, hope ya ass happy. press the gas i doing the dash to the next chapter , from rags to riches the roes finna stack faster. how fast i’m spitting, its bad for a asthmatic. for them racks i’m doing yah bad im a cash addict. you a goofy u keeping them racks stashed in the cabinet. set a pick and young n*ggas take what we after

- 3300grim lyrics

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