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Aj Tracey – Triple S Lyrics

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Yo, those things are just fucking garbage
They look like some orthopedic, old man, fuckin shoes
Some old man barbecuin in the backyard
Walk across the street type shoes
Niggas is buyin them first
They wanna act like they got the money
Most people dont even have the money for that shit
Them shits is ugly as hell
Cause its not that sweet

Doin one-twenty in the ends One-twenty
I lost the top of the Benz Where?
I was in the drip from Oxford Gardens
Put it in somethin for bands Its Tom
Them man better say thank you Say it
Them man better make amends Right now
Cause independent top twenty
God forbid when I get a top ten God forbid
Back when I was way down Way down
No, I couldnt see man then Nah
So, you could all see me now Now
Never try to call man again Nah
Stop that, we are not friends Were not
Please go and write your sends Go write your
Chanel know that I love their fabrics Double Cs
This a new season, mens Season
My niggas young brown kings Rise up
None of us know about treason Nah
Bows on votes and hear ting…
Wanna give ahki a reason One
Beef gets peppered and seasoned Right now
Call me like I serve up yard food Huh?
West store niggas on my dick Wow
Dem men are still up on Yahoo Eugh

I just arrived Im here
No way Im goin out sad No way
That boy is my son My yute
That means I am his dad Im pops
Quit bein my style, youre nuts Youre crazy
God knows I got it in the bag The bag
Dem man are stayin inside Where?
Call me like, Man, Im on tired Uh
I just arrived Im here
No way Im goin out sad No way
That boy is my son My yute
That means I am his dad His pops
Quit bein my style, youre nuts Youre crazy
God knows I got it in the bag Secured
Dem man are stayin inside In where?
Call me like, Man, Im on tired

Whiet Airforce ones and a tracksuit? Yeah
Firecracker, chicken or a catsuit Okay
Bless a nigga, someone say achoo Achoo
Bro, I run a check up and my people in a capsule Then what
Talk about my brothers, Ima catch you Im comin
Got up any money and Im at you Were drummin
We could really show em what that pack do What?
I was up North like Im am at Su
We was in the trap with the white lads Then what?
Or we was in the pub with the black yutes Alright
I just wanna know why Englands so shit
I might start as a shock or a slap too Boom boom
Aint got time for the warring, boring
Got mans sunny on pouring
Morning, evening, scheming and touring
Flooring, little nigga really just scoring, bore him Ouch
Got none, dont vouch, ayy
JD back with that pouch, ayy
Might put a stain on mans couch, ayy
Big chain heavy, mans slouch, ayy Ouch
Who bought Ticky that crouch, ayy Okay
No you cant link, man, I am not about No way
Its Nandos, yeah, thats the shout
Super Smash Box, bust em out Ah

I just arrived Im here
No way Im goin out sad No way
That boy is my son My yute
That means I am his dad Im pops
Quit bein my style, youre nuts Youre crazy
Copy my style I got it in the bag The bag
Dem man are stayin inside Where?
Call me like, Man, Im on tired Uh
I just arrived Im here
No way Im goin out sad No way
That boy is my son My yute
That means I am his dad His pops
Copy my style I got it in the bag The bag
God knows I got it in the bag Secured
Dem man are stayin inside In where?
Call me like, Man, Im on tired

Malik Ninety Five