Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
having big straps
Phone tap running cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that powder
These niggas out here
80k for an hour
of played for the Dolphins
Should of for the Saints
Nigga it's a drought
Takeoff having pints
playing with that oil
Still playing with that
Might me on the nawf
Still it up with Bo
I got bitches out in
Having bitches out in
New bitch hit my phone said she wanna give me
dope by Georgia dome
High no diploma
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch your approach you pull up on the Chos
my niggas having sticks
Mama raise a bitch
Now your bitch call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the nigga
Free my nigga got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no but I came for the checks
They free'd the Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young hitting them licks
No 3
Independent signed for

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay the torch
(huh) We did this from the nawf
(huh) be thinking I'm acting touch
I'm with the I don't give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an Uber
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in that pussy cootie cutters
Get you some money live it up
Pull out that he start hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe you wife her up
I got the birds like Duck
Swerve on the in the Bentley truck
what you talking we pulling up
Your face on the ground pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm getting my own
I get your bitch and her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout four
I need a bitch that look like
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams from
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
Nobody answered had to do a kick
My niggas they on the same
Had to tell em' what bando was for
I know that we not Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me I don't know
It's been a long
I put in work but no cheat
Pen on paper like
Never look back and sell my soul
Real niggas fold
Say you a but you told
It's hot it ain't cold
seen the draco and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a out his clothes
Don't like it then pay you owe
Bigger back end at the
for Telemundo
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 the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you up, smoke or snort coke
what float your boat
This No [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)