Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
Plug got baby powder
These niggas out sour
80k perform for an
Should of played for the
Should of played for the
Nigga saying a drought
Takeoff having pints
playing with that oil
Still playing with dope
Might me on the nawf
Still chopping it up Bo
I got bitches out in
Having out in Georgia
New hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by Georgia
High school no
Remember days on the
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas sticks
Mama didn't 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 dope
Free my nigga got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters with the coolants on the
I mean no disrespect but I came for the checks
They the savage Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
nigga hitting them licks
No 3
Independent signed for

(huh-huh) Jumped off the
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) with the torch
(huh) We did this from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I give 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 that pot do an
Get in pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some money then it up
Pull out that stick he start up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the birds like Mighty
Swerve on the curb in the truck
Fuck what you talking we 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 bricks off in the
jeans
Ice creams from
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' 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 I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on like kinko
Never look back and won't sell my
Real niggas never
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot outside it ain't
Nigga the draco and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a out his clothes
Don't 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 you a four
Dope 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!)