Future & Young Thug — Three (Super Slimey 2017)
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Three (Super Slimey 2017) Future & Young Thug02:39
Текст песни: Three (Super Slimey 2017)
Three Lyrics[Intro: Young Thug] DY Krazy Peter Piper pepper, I never kept her Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em Yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug & Future] I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke Right out the ghetto, too rap for the Leto, yeah Caught my first body out a Bentley coupe, yeah Ten real murders from my migos, yeah Rock the Cuban link down to my knees, yeah, yeah Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves, yeah, yeah Trippin' 'em up like I'm refereein' with these gators (Yeah) Triple my spot, it was no more basic cable (Yeah) I mixed some Act' with some yellow 'Tuss like a Laker (Yeah) Three shot 'em like a motherfuckin' Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah) Never lose like I'm motherfuckin' McGregor (Yeah) Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah) Count this money up with glasses like a niz-zerd (Yeah) Codeine laboratory like I'm Dexter Bad yellow skin, Filipin' Envious and gin, never win Chrome Heart lens, help me see 'em Hit him in his back, South Central Made a lot of M's right from sinnin' Ready to smoke the pimp 'bout my winnin' I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken Ever saw me limp? That's- [Verse 2: Future] I got more rings than you got hoes, bro I bought my BM a Bentley with the wing, yeah I let my kids fly private, I'm supreme, yeah Real killers move in silence, takin' that clean batch I want the one with the real hair I'm out the jungle, a real bear Put a chinchilla on anywhere I'm out that zoo, zoo, zoo I'm a gorilla, ape, nigga, I ain't ate I ain't satisfied 'til all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah 'Cause these niggas, they ain't loyal, they been chillin' with the opps Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block Had to throw my crack a few times, don't fuck 'round with no cop Checked on Google, I'm out my noodles I feed shrimps to all my shooters Ayy, my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter I'm a real assassin, quarter M for a backend Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek If I bust it down today she never gon' go back average So much Chanel, I might as well open up my own store Used to use these bales as pillows, sleepin' on floors Original BMG nigga, yeah the feds know I'm the richest nigga came from Lil' Mexico [Outro: Future] If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I'm a pimp Chrome Hearts help me see the haters, I can see 'em Gotta keep ten mil' stashed under my ho bed And I gotta keep some ice like a meth-head20
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