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triple h - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
(jit cooked this one)
(run that back, west)
you should save your funny questions, keep it pushin’, that’s best
i got post traumatic stress, give me seven feet of sp*ce
you askin’ what happened to who? i ain’t got nothin’ to say
take a look in his eyes, you could see that he afraid

[verse 1: blue pesos]
i’m might swiss cheese a rental if he pull up lookin’ janky
here’s five thousand for you, anything to make my day
you can’t hit what’s in this cup and no, it’s not no lemonade
what’s up, family? down goes frasier, hit me with that phrase
sh*t, that type of language is forsaken
i’m on an uchie mission, b*tch, so i ain’t got no time to waste
if you ain’t hoein’, keep it movin’, we don’t do no renegades
anybody out with the mexicans, i’m moneysign suede, ugh

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
i’ll slam susie on her back, i’m triple h
he tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil’ game
it’s a disaster on the block, tell the kids, “look away”
let a tall n*gga play, i might pistol whip an ape (sh*t)
i’ll slam susie on her back, i’m triple h (sh*t)
he tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil’ game (sh*t)
it’s a disaster on the block, tell the kids, “look away” (n*gga, sh*t)
let a tall n*gga play, i might pistol whip an ape, ugh (sh*t)
[verse 2: duffy]
we ain’t even finna play
n*ggas hate us, but ain’t nothin’ finna change
make the wrong move, you can meet the heaven’s gates
cannon on me, life a movie every day
these n*ggas fake, n*ggas always pump fakin’
try your luck, but i am not the one to play with
bop*bop bled the block, the scene was x*rated
i just tombstoned susie, i guess i’m the undertaker
sh*t, got these n*ggas tappin’ out
i’m a n*gga, if i’m comin’, they ain’t finna pat me down
otm dropped an album, that’s the hottest sh*t around
bully breakers in the bag, we ain’t never backin’ down
n*ggas knew that, though, comin’ with my glock and my goons
n*ggas know what’s goin’ on, pippy long in the booth
n*ggas envious, they sit at home and watch my every move
n*ggas playin’ both sides and switchin’ up like it’s cool
come and wrestle with my chopsticks, they know mma
broke n*gga with no section, i’ma drown him in some eight
keep the truth alive, you know we doin’ shows in la
you’ll get chipped, frito*lay, n*gga, stay up out our way, ugh

[chorus: blue pesos]
i’ll slam susie on her back, i’m triple h
he tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil’ game
it’s a disaster on the block, tell the kids, “look away”
let a tall n*gga play, i might pistol whip an ape (sh*t)
i’ll slam susie on her back, i’m triple h (sh*t)
he tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil’ game (sh*t)
it’s a disaster on the block, tell the kids, “look away” (hm)
let a tall n*gga play, i might pistol whip an ape, ugh
[outro]
(jit cooked this one)
(run that back, west)

- otm lyrics

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