paroles de chanson Triple Threat - Michael.J. feat. Bigg Leon & Bandoz

Triple Threat
Thats a mother fucking bet
And nah we don't rest
To ya'll niggas cuttin' us a check
Yea we the best see us soaring in a jet
Whole squad on deck
Ya we puttin' yall to rest

I make waves
You make ripples

I make plays
You in a pickle

I paint the way
You just giggle

And I grab my sickle
Then I swivel

Call the butcher
I got a cooker

That's yo bitch
I just took her
She give me the sugar

Like ima sugar daddy

I ride in a Caddy
Bitch I'm classy
But You trashy
And I'm flashy

Like a light
I stay on all night
Till I get it right

I'm that nigga Mr. Perfect
Hear my name better search it

What's the code I gotta learn it
Get the bag and I earned it

What you earn
I burned In a week

What you Learned
I taught you cuz you weak

And yo bitch on my meat
Might see this shit on team skeet

On my TEE VEE
Watching RI RI

Belts with G G's
All of my Diamonds got VEE VEE

Triple Threat
That's a mother fucking bet, and nah we don't rest
To ya niggas cutting us a check
Yea we the best see us soaring in a jet
Whole squad on deck
Ya we puttin' yall to rest

Spending money that's my main motive
I don't switch I change over
All my flows they get colder
From time to time when I get older
Triple threat yea we got em beat
Can't ever say we been defeat
All they do is ride my meat
Can't get off they wanna be me
Everything I say notice
Y'all lames prepare y'all stay focused
Y'all stains bogus yea I'm the boldest
I Stay on top I'm neva foldin
Can't Eva switch on them bros
We got that written bro code
We ride together
We Swang together
We grippin wood grain
How it goes
Passing down them intersections
Going 110 on the highway
We fly away way far away
From this land
We in outer space
Got the whole squad on deck
We ain't falling we here for the check
My whole team we too fly
We don't need no type of private jet

Triple Threat
That's a mother fucking bet
And nah we dont rest
To y'all niggas cuttin' us a check
Yea we the best see us soaring in a jet
Whole squad on deck
Ya we puttin' yall to rest

Look
Don't get offended
I'm here to stay
So you best get with it
Had a good year
You niggas ended
Part of triple threat yea we made the inning
I am so cold
Yea I'm with yo girl on low
She told me to put in slow
Whatever you doing gotta go
I sat down and made some more
Bitch I already won YEA
I made you niggas my sons
It don't take much to go get the gun
We heavyweights yea we weigh a ton
I'm the best what they doing been done, l
I get paid to lay back in the sun
Got some new slaves and that ain't a pun
I stick like grits on you bums
Bustin rounds Tommy gun
Gold plated rims
I'm out here parkin' the Benz
And it ain't gonna end
Til I see the bank signs times 10
We roll like the Royce
It ain't a choice
And Gotti sent the invoice
My song making noise
You bustin' toys
That's Triple Threat now y'all can Rejoice
AYE

Triple Threat
That's a mother fucking bet
And nah we don't rest
To y'all niggas cuttin' us a check
Yea we the best see us soaring in a jet
Whole squad on deck
Ya we puttin' yall to rest