T3.1 Lyrics – Liam Twelvy
Singer: Liam Twelvy
Title: T3.1
Yeah
Go go go whoa
Go (no) go (no) go (no) whoa (yeah)
(U huh) yeah whoa
(U huh) yeah
Drop seven in
Get the guap and get in there
Sick sick
Get in there racks on top we fed in there
Get in there get in there
Don’t concede no head in there
Trip on sh#t you dead in there
Dead #ss sick don’t let in air
Whoa
Locks gonna drop b#tch (drop) brick the block yeah (huh)
n#gg# don’t stop uh (woo) sh#t some Kennedy Rock and so
Break thе guap break the guap fore you gеt my stock
Gettin’ some head fore you storm my block (krr) wholesome sh#t
Blood on top (whoa) hit somethin’ fast timing sh#t you know (whoa)
Bit by bit pause (pause) milk her sh#t claws
That’s how sh#t suppose (yeah) careful that’s my nose (woo)
Block that sh#t cause (yeah)
Get some lip gloss (huh)
So don’t worry bout’ me this my plea
Givenchy (say what)
Get one cup fore you serve my tea (say what)
I met her in Paris (yeah)
I don’t get on my knees (never)
For whatsoever please (yap) and I hate tears (yap) and
Face my Glock one shot down blood on my sock (blood on my sock)
Bridge the gap if you hate jus’ stop (stop stop)
Fill my tea as I do concede (ha ha)
Plead my will but rap my guilt
Grab the rear (yeah)
Pledge so near while your end is here (yeah)
Drip so hard no MB’s here (what)
Forced or not my bro you clear (whoa)
Ain’t no soul gonna interfere no MP’s here yet the dentist here yeah
Yeah you had me thinking of me (yeah)
Cause I secured the key (whoa)
Now I be wearing my tee (yeah)
T-three’s on three (yeah)
While I be rocking my jeans I’m never gonna cease
You wanna be me (never) huge bucks in my genes (yeah)
I’m living my dream yeah (true) high on the frame scale (say what)
You thought it won’t end well
Most of you n#gg#s are egg shells (facts)
Prepare for hell well (yap) n#gg#s is all fake (true)
Whip and ball we done win for all b#tch
Seven in
Get the guap and get in there
Sick sick
Get in there racks on top we fed in there
Get in there get in there
Don’t concede no head in there trip on sh#t you dead in there
Dead #ss sick don’t let in air whoa
Seven in
Get the guap and get in there
Sick sick
Get in there racks on top we fed in there
Get in there get in there
Don’t concede no head in there trip on sh#t you dead in there
Dead #ss sick don’t
Let in air quick
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