Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still big straps
tap running laps cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that powder
These niggas out sour
80k for an hour
Should of played for the
Should of played for the
Nigga saying a drought
still having pints
Still playing with oil
Still playing with dope
catch me on the nawf
Still chopping it up Bo
I got bitches out in
bitches out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone said she wanna give me
dope by Georgia dome
High school no
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch approach when 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 plug put him in the four
Old Quavo might just pull up and kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the 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 the savage Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) Stay the torch
(huh) We did this shit from the
(huh) Niggas be thinking I'm touch
I'm with the shit I don't a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then up an Uber truck
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 then it up
out that stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds like Duck
on the curb in the Bentley truck
Fuck you talking we pulling up
Your face on the 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 I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' four layers
I need a bitch that look like
Catching bricks off in the
jeans
Ice creams from
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
Nobody answered had to do a kick
My they on the same shit
Had to tell em' what bando was for
I that we not from 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 a long road
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on like kinko
Never look back and won't my soul
Real never fold
Say you a but you told
hot outside it ain't cold
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a out his clothes
Don't like it then pay you owe
Bigger end at the shows
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I send you a four
Dope dressed up in saran it like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort
That float your boat
No Label [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)