Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still big straps
Phone tap laps cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that baby
These niggas out sour
80k for an hour
of played for the Dolphins
Should of played for the
Nigga saying it's a
still having pints
Still with that oil
Still playing with dope
catch me on the nawf
Still chopping it up Bo
I got out in Florida
Having out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High school no
days on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch your approach you pull up on the Chos
my niggas having sticks
Mama didn't a bitch
Now bitch always call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the figure
Old Quavo might just pull up and kick a door nigga
Free my Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
my nigga Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters with the on the TECs
I don't no disrespect but I came for the checks
They free'd the Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
Young nigga them licks
No 3
Independent signed for

(huh-huh) Jumped off the
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) Stay with the
(huh) We did shit from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I don't give a
Slaughter daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting that pot do an
Get in that pussy cootie cutters
Get you some then live it up
Pull out that stick he hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the birds Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley
Fuck what you we pulling up
Your on the ground nigga pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm getting my own
I get your and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my body I got em' bout four layers
I need a that look like Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice creams Pharrell
I'm a

Came in the
Knock at the
Nobody had to do a kick door
My they on the same shit
Had to tell em' that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga 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 a long road
I put in work but no code
Pen on paper kinko
Never look back and won't my soul
niggas never fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot outside it ain't
Nigga the draco and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a nigga out his
like it then pay what you owe
Bigger back end at the
for Telemundo
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't send you a
dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags make you choke
If you up, smoke or snort coke
That what your boat
No Label [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)