Triple H
Bitch I feel like Triple H I'm jumping the rope
Oh you think its a game but I ain't bout to joke
And I know that I'm nothing like you bitches no
Do my bop in the spot and then I gotta go
I got heat too give a fuck what you tote
Nice to meet you, then its murder she wrote
Money in the bank I'm climbing to the dough
Get a bag bring it home is all a nigga know
Live fast die slow I pray that's how it go
Big Vvs ion want no gold
Not from the same cloth these niggas fold
Niggas be acting and it really show
One strike I'm leaving that bitch in a pose
And I'm lit for the night I'm smokin' on the dope
If you diss and you try get ready when I throw
Cause the stick got a light I send you to ya home
Had to heal, I was tired of being broke
And my pops
Told me never fold
I get that power bitch I'm going ghost
They wanna chose, I'm already chosen
Official I'm stamped they checking in
You know I love to geek I be steppin' in
Oh he fine and he simpin'? I let em' in
Nigga bought me Gucci socks and Vetements
I'm just praying that nobody catch us in
Cant be walking with no fucking letterman
And I'm fire you not in my element
Drownin' me I had to tell him farewell and shit
Anyways imma be on my melly shit
I'm a stinger ain't talking no jellyfish
Ain't nobody can tell me shit
Deli shit, walk in like I need a bacon and jelly bitch
Bitch its time to play the game
Bitch its time to play the game
Bitch its time to play the game!
Ahahahaha
Oh you think its a game but I ain't bout to joke
And I know that I'm nothing like you bitches no
Do my bop in the spot and then I gotta go
I got heat too give a fuck what you tote
Nice to meet you, then its murder she wrote
Money in the bank I'm climbing to the dough
Get a bag bring it home is all a nigga know
Live fast die slow I pray that's how it go
Big Vvs ion want no gold
Not from the same cloth these niggas fold
Niggas be acting and it really show
One strike I'm leaving that bitch in a pose
And I'm lit for the night I'm smokin' on the dope
If you diss and you try get ready when I throw
Cause the stick got a light I send you to ya home
Had to heal, I was tired of being broke
And my pops
Told me never fold
I get that power bitch I'm going ghost
They wanna chose, I'm already chosen
Official I'm stamped they checking in
You know I love to geek I be steppin' in
Oh he fine and he simpin'? I let em' in
Nigga bought me Gucci socks and Vetements
I'm just praying that nobody catch us in
Cant be walking with no fucking letterman
And I'm fire you not in my element
Drownin' me I had to tell him farewell and shit
Anyways imma be on my melly shit
I'm a stinger ain't talking no jellyfish
Ain't nobody can tell me shit
Deli shit, walk in like I need a bacon and jelly bitch
Bitch its time to play the game
Bitch its time to play the game
Bitch its time to play the game!
Ahahahaha
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Writer(s): Shakira Brown
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