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Yeah
Ha
Yeah
Got W3BZ on the beat
That means it's to three peat
Titan up
Last game ended with 3 picks
No blame goes to the defense
We went from the top to the cement
The loss had me hot, I was 3 pissed
I can't even lie, it really hurt
I put my eyes on my shirt
Cause we let 'em win our turf
And on Draft Day it couldn't be worse
Cause We traded AJ,
He wanted pay day
He wanted his chips
Like treylon but 29 Mil? You playing
But go get your money my nigga
And good luck with Jalen
You was never the best that's mason
They playing dirty they hating
I stay with the 30 like Mabin
And Spain need watch
How he how speak
He way outta pocket like leek
He talking like he in the streets
He only tough when he tweet
But everyone know that he sweet
Jeffrey gone make em look weak
I really can't wait till the week
Cause after we won't hear a peep
We won't ever quit no
We want some more
And we won't ever sit
We gone up the score
This year we more equipped
Way more than before
And We just want the chip
We want nothing more
Tell the opps to run it back
We ain't ducking smoke
We coming for they top
We aim for they throat
And We won't win the south?
That's the running joke
We won it back to back
But we want some more.
I hit my bud boy for the Bobby tree
He gave me a sack of that Autry
We won back to back
They ain't stopping three
The rest of the south is just poverty
Yeah, they need to go home
I'm On 42 Like Joe jones
I'm taking shots of the lobos
I'm lot r going loco
Always the life of the party
Layer cake with some Barbie's
Got three on me like I'm Farley
And I don't wanna ring
I wanna lombardi
I had cancel my shorty
I'm Tired of analysts, they getting corny
Two middle fingers to Jason McCourty
I feel like I'm hillard i stay with fourty
I'm so balling so hard I feel like I'm PK
Get to the money in the 3 ways
We run the south like a relay
It's a new season it feel like replay
Cause Indy hasn't caught up
I wonder why they stock up
Mattie Ice washed up
The afc is all us
We won't ever quit no
We want some more
And we won't ever sit
We gone up the score
This year we more equipped
Way more than before
And We just want the chip
We want nothing more
Tell the opps to run it back
We ain't ducking smoke
We coming for they top
We aim for they throat
And We won't win the south?
That's the running joke
We won it back to back
But we want some more.
Yeah
Tell the opps we ain't ducking no smoke
You in our way you ain't got no hope
No matter the quarterback
We gone leave em flat
Tell 'em we want some more
