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The fuck you mean, you don't know DJ Marc B? Uh Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Ménage à trois with two bad bitches, they both dimes I give 'em back to the streets, they were never mine You play with me, I'll triple cross, nigga, you ain't my kind They wipe your ass and your nose, they the real slimes These niggas tellin', point fingers, and they throwin' signs They pump faking in they rap, all facts on mines I don't listen to that bullshit, I don't even have the time And I'ma always chase the paper, even if I'm blind I know big bloods that'll smoke you like a rasta I can't be with you, I only love my chopper This Glock-23'll cook you like some pasta And I can't wait to shoot your ass, I don't need no shotta I had to upgrade all my bitches, check my roster I'm tryna upgrade out the hood, take my stocks up I made it out the hood, my heart still a Block Boy And I can't show that nigga no love, he a cop, boy Ménage à trois with two bad bitches, they both dimes I give 'em back to the streets, they were never mine You play with me, I'll triple cross, nigga, you ain't my kind Letras de cancionesThey wipe your ass and your nose, they the real slimes These niggas tellin', point fingers, and they throwin' signs They pump faking in they rap, all facts on mines I don't listen to that bullshit, I don't even have the time And I'ma always chase the paper, even if I'm blind (Triple R) Money makin' nigga out that six side, ayy Fuck what you heard, all these other niggas dick ridin' Nigga don't want no smoke, ayy, tell him quit hidin' (Pop out) Chasing paper, bitch, I feel like Gates, 'cause I can't get tired Bad yellow bitch, colored hair like she 6ix9ine Step on niggas' necks about that paper, I gotta get mine Nigga dyin', my young nigga slidin', hittin' up fish fries Make these niggas feel me, if he don't, he must be paralyzed Fuck a blue check, in the streets, bitch, I'm verified Nigga talkin' crazy on the low, he better clarify They don't wanna let me in the door, I got 'em terrified And nigga know not to go against this shit, fuck 'round, be terrorized, ayy (Triple R) Ménage à trois with two bad bitches, they both dimes I give 'em back to the streets, they were never mine You play with me, I'll triple cross, nigga, you ain't my kind They wipe your ass and your nose, they the real slimes These niggas tellin', point fingers, and they throwin' signs They pump faking in they rap, all facts on mines I don't listen to that bullshit, I don't even have the time And I'ma always chase the paper, even if I'm blind From Letras Mania