A$ton Matthews - Tres Puntos lyrics

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A$ton Matthews - Tres Puntos lyrics

[Hook: Bodega Bamz] Been on these streets for mad years makin' coke move Now these b**hes tellin' me cash rule Around me Forty-Five .38 Special The PD always come to your rescue Been on these streets for mad years makin' coke move Now these b**hes tellin' me cash rule Around me Forty-Five .38 Special The PD always come to your rescue [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Built full of body I'mma k** 'em with success Razorblade coke come back cut a check I don't chase the chicken, the chicken chase me Chicken heads on they knees since the Skate Key It's all good Tan-Diego to the bank My Tan Boys real, got ese's in LA They all say my name: PAPI I'm deep in it You n***as beef come with broccoli (We eat b**hes) Push bu*tons my Papi's well fed When I give the green light, they don't see red Hell yeah I run my mouth cause I ain't never use my legs Snow pure, so pure, I bought a Nazi sled I'm god like, you n***as can't pray for me I got wolves and they always bring prey for me Now they wait for me, Tan Boys, Alchemist, that's very rare for android [Bridge] (Audio From The Movie Blood in Blood Out) [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Choppas Import from Saudi No Doctor gon' sort the body Hardcore Holly with Stiffler's mommy just sniffin mollys Serve the ice, the lobby sloppy from nostril hockey My clip is full my wrist is rocky, now get up off me p**y, Mini Van Van Gogh Pica**o with the Camo, Pants low let ya man know That I'm Clipped with the Handles, Randall Cunningham Stone Cold stunning fans at Summer Slam b**h, I keep the bricks in the Tommy boxers Mi casa blanca, I'm Dalai Lama meets Silkk the Shocker Get it in and I get it out pronto Keep your lives low when I drive slow Mick Foley god flow OJ's back, black gloves and a Bronco Man they sneeze off O's, my heat on froze Your ten toes retreat on those Cause that choppa break it down, hit that Tebow pose, p**y [Hook: Bodega Bamz] Been on these streets for mad years makin' coke move Now these b**hes tellin' me cash rule Around me Forty-Five .38 Special The PD always come to your rescue Been on these streets for mad years makin' coke move Now these b**hes tellin' me cash rule Around me Forty-Five .38 Special The PD always come to your rescue

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