Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still having big
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
Plug got baby powder
niggas out here sour
80k for an hour
of played for the Dolphins
Should of for the Saints
Nigga saying a drought
Takeoff still having
playing with that oil
Still playing with dope
catch me on the nawf
Still it up with Bo
I got bitches out in
Having out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High school no
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch your approach you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas sticks
didn't raise a bitch
Now your bitch call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the four
Old Quavo might just pull up and kick a door nigga
Free my Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got hired shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no but I came for the checks
free'd the savage Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting licks
No 3
signed for bricks

(huh-huh) Jumped off the
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) with the torch
(huh) We did shit from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be thinking I'm acting
I'm with the I don't give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her call up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in that pussy like cootie
Get you some money then it up
Pull out that he start hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the and pipe it up
Fucking hoe while you wife her up
I got the like Mighty Duck
Swerve on the in the Bentley truck
Fuck what you we pulling up
Your on the ground nigga pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm my own paper
I get your and slay her
I'm the I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body I got em' bout four layers
I need a bitch that look Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams from
I'm a

Came in the
at the door
Nobody answered had to do a door
My niggas they on the shit
Had to tell em' that bando was for
I know we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a road
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on paper like
Never look back and won't sell my
Real niggas fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot outside it ain't
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
a nigga out his clothes
Don't it then pay what you owe
Bigger back end at the
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't you a four
Dope dressed up in saran it look the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll you choke
If you pour up, smoke or coke
what float your boat
This No [?]
from the goats
(Takeoff!)