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Tre$o
Tre$o
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Christopher Mitchell III
Christopher Mitchell III
Composer

Lyrics

(In the Rick Owens right now) I might put yo hoe on game Might put yo hoe in Prada Might put yo hoe in all of that She might call me her father In the Rick Owens right now Shooter taking that shit to the ground Big V up in this hoe and he got 500 rounds I'm good, I don't want your Percocet's Everyday I'm in my Sunday's best And I can't even lie right now, tryna find a certain shirt to catch That pussy good, but what's the catch? She fucked my dawg and think I'm next No, I can't settle down with you Ima boss her up for the next Putting that shit on Yeah like I taught you She got all that swag, Yea that was from me, like my daughter Tryna settle down round' here But that ain't for me so I tossed her Tried to leave her at your door, Put her back in the streets, like a foster On that hoot shit, like OVO Hold on, hold on, swag Yea I taught her everything she know Hold on, point out drip up in my closet and she put it on Rick Owens, Margiela, Fear of God, Yeah let's go (blao!) I might put yo hoe on game Might put yo hoe in Prada Might put yo hoe in all of that She might call me her father In the Rick Owens right now Shooter taking that shit to the ground Big V up in this hoe and he got 500 rounds I'm good, I don't want your Percocet's Everyday I'm in my Sunday's best And I can't even lie right now, tryna find a certain shirt to catch That pussy good, but what's the catch? She fucked my dawg and think I'm next No, I can't settle down with you Ima boss her up for the next For the next one, yeah yeah For the next one I'm so hard to please, where the keepers? Can I catch one? I think they on to me, I'm a stretch em' if I catch one Start tripping with the sauce, these niggas never drip the Szechuan Fuck that shit, I got millions to manifest Huh huh huh, yeah Get that money, get them checks Double up my income Cross em' out like I'm DX Huh huh Party Boyz, Hit them niggas with the flex How that girl start looking like she mine? I don't know they do that every time Nigga took my drip and swag, that's a crime So, ima do the first thing that's on my mind, yeah I might put yo hoe on game Might put yo hoe in Prada Might put yo hoe in all of that She might call me her father In the Rick Owens right now Shooter taking that shit to the ground Big V up in this hoe and he got 500 rounds I'm good, I don't want your Percocet's Everyday I'm in my Sunday's best And I can't even lie right now, tryna find a certain shirt to catch That pussy good, but what's the catch? She fucked my dawg and think I'm next No, I can't settle down with you Ima boss her up for the next (Yeah, for the next) (Yeah, Ima boss her up for the next) (in the Rick Owens right now) (in the Rick Owens right now)
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