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Cam'ron - Текст песни Triple Up
Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is
 I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers
 The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter
 (That's right)
 That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll, niggaz, chokin' now
 Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
 Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
 Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
 Red, blue, green like the average frog
 Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog
 Bracelet switched to bangles, medallions shit just dangle
 Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
 Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
 Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles
 Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
 Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch, nigga
 The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
 Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger
 Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
 Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
 This is for my fly ice niggaz
 Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
 Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck
 Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
 This is for my Benjamin, bitches
 You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches
 Ayo, your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
 I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on then, we lick 'em off
 (Pap, pap, pap, pap)
 Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
 Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off
 Listen horse, a lot of niggaz I did endorse
 Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
 Only force I call is the Holocaust
 Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed
 (35 hundred)
 Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
 Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
 But I make the quota, hate cats that faking olderCam'ron - Triple Up - http://ru.motolyrics.com/camron/triple-up-lyrics.html
 Remember back in the days, man them days is over
 Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream
 Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
 And that was in the late 1990's
 You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
 Killa, easy
 Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
 Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
 This is for my fly ice niggaz
 Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
 Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck
 Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
 This is for my Benjamin, bitches
 You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches
 I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
 Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
 I triple the chain, triple the wrist
 Dice game, the same night I through triples and split
 I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks
 Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
 My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches
 Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet
 Raping they pockets and taking they projects
 If you flip like T-Mobile, I could make you a sidekick
 Shit, you see a profit one day off of my flip
 You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit
 But for now get ya hustle up
 How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up
 This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
 Bubble coke and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck
 Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
 Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
 This is for my fly ice niggaz
 Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
 Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck
 Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
 This is for my Benjamin, bitches
 You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches











