Correction Paroles Three-Peat* par Murda Beatz

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Number three before four, this the three-peat
n***as actin' like they wanna see me but don't wanna see me
I'm on that, believe me (Yessir)
Even Baby with four, that sh*t easy
She pull up, gimme dome for the freebie
She suckin' and spittin' all on me, she freaky (I like her)
Wrist rock, pull it out and she eat me (M-M-M-Murda)
I got sticks 'round my house, it's a teepee
Like an Indian, big bank roll, no cinnamon
Big boy jet to the island, no Gilligan
Mic check, like check, he lyin', I ain't feelin' him
And if you see a check outside it's Eminem's
n***a ain't me, he lame, I'm really him
If you with me, we gang, we the same, we synonym
They ain't want to give it to me, had to make 'em gimme that
Take a shot and send it to me, b*t*h, I'ma send it back (Go)
And I been the same, sneak disses on the Internet (Let's go)
You never see me goin' back and forth 'cause I ain't into that
Just tell me where your block at, I'm sendin' them to spin on that (Yeah)
Prolly catch your n***as outside pitty pat
Prolly catch your n***as outside playin' jump rope
Said they want the smoke, all the smell is gun smoke
Think they tired of lookin' for you, pulled up to your front door
n***a that shoot back, take the n***a gun, bro (Squeeze)
b*t*h, I'm a dawg (Woo), but I don't want no...

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