WHAT THEY DOIN RMX Lyrics – Tre Flip

WHAT THEY DOIN RMX Lyrics by Tre Flip

Living just another day, thankful that I still exist
Go and hit my woman n#gg# ‘fore I had to break your trait
AK-47 and my ‘leven with a custom grip
Rearrange it down with a swift, little pistol whip

Grills up in your mouth boy, I hope that they ain’t permanent
Smack ’em to to the ground, run it, pack is finna gank a b#tch
Headquarter in the A, plus somehow now I got a brick
Years is going missing, gone and check the calculations b#tch

You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a set up, playa go ahead and give me all your riches
Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches

You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a set up, playa go ahead and give me all your riches

Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches
Combat, booze, make a b#tch get loose
If my nails weren’t done I’d take your whole tooth
Rearrange it down with a swift, little pistol whip

Them grills up in your mouth boy, I hope that they ain’t permanent
Baseball bat to the backyard glass door
This what happen when you don’t give us what we ask for
b#tch we had a plan, why you backing out fast for?

Now it’s much to ask what we brought the whole cast for
Combat, booze, make a b#tch get loose
If my nails weren’t done I’d take your whole tooth
You know what it is, what you’re trying to loose?

It’s a set up playa, give us all the loot
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a set up, playa go ahead and give me all your riches

Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a set up, playa go ahead and give me all your riches

Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches
Combat, booze, make a b#tch get loose
If my nails weren’t done I’d take your whole tooth
Rearrange it down with a swift, little pistol whip

Them grills up in your mouth boy, I hope that they ain’t permanent
Com- Com- booze, make a b#tch get loose
If my nails weren’t done I’d take your whole tooth
Rea- Rea- down with a swift, little pistol whip

Them grills up in your mouth boy, I hope that they ain’t permanent
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Tre Flip Lyrics – WHAT THEY DOIN RMX

Tre Flip

WHAT THEY DOIN RMX