Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still having big
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
got that baby powder
These niggas out here
80k for an hour
Should of played for the
Should of played for the
Nigga it's a drought
Takeoff still pints
Still playing that oil
Still playing with dope
catch me on the nawf
Still it up with Bo
I got out in Florida
Having bitches out in
New bitch hit my phone she wanna give me dome
Cutting by Georgia dome
High school no
Remember days on the
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch your approach when you pull up on the
Yeah my niggas sticks
Mama didn't a bitch
Now your bitch always call my for motherfucking snow
Today I met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might pull up and just 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 with the 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 nigga hitting licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay the torch
(huh) We did this shit the nawf
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I don't 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 that pot do an
Get in pussy like 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 your hoe while you her up
I got the birds like Mighty
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley
what you talking we pulling up
Your face on the ground nigga 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
Nudie
Ice creams from
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
Nobody had to do a kick door
My niggas they on the shit
Had to em' what that bando was for
I know we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on paper kinko
Never look back and won't my soul
niggas never fold
Say you a but you told
It's hot it ain't cold
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga acting I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a nigga out his
Don't it then pay what you owe
Bigger end at the shows
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't send you a
Dope dressed up in saran it look the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll make you
If you pour up, smoke or coke
That what your boat
No Label [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)