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dj scheme – 3 sum كلمات اغاني

[intro: robb bank$]
yo bam, this a hit, big hit
ayy bam, this, this sh_t might be a hit right here
you know we thuggin’, broward county to the death, n_gga
you already know, n_gga, f_ck that n_gga
what? what?
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: robb bank$]
i like head, i like p_ssy
i like that mouth, but i don’t like kissin’
i like threesomes and multiple b_tches
i like felicia, i like genie
i like ridin’ that b_tch like a pony
i like to get my hands dirty ’bout my dodi
i know i make a b_tch thick, let her suck me (yeah)
heard your wrist tickin’ loud with that fake_ass rollie, p_ssy

[post_chorus: robb bank$]
whoa, whipped out a twelve inch, said that taste it like candy (yeah, mwah)
whoa, how the f_ck you walk past me and you ain’t ‘bow down to me (mwah)
whoa, i get a lil’ money and i can’t even talk to these p_ssies (yeah, mwah)
whoa, i seen a n_gga dead in the streets, i can’t say nothin’, no

[verse: robb bank$]
you got a jwett, don’t cuff that sh_t
you lovin’ that thot, don’t cuff that b_tch
i got yo’ pension on my wrist
i could pay your tuition if i wave my hand
need a bachelors degree, i’ma bachelor b_tch
in her dorm room at ucf
feel like b2k, shirt off, lil’ fizz
i’m immature, baby, you know what it is
i feel like marques houston when i jump out of the car
batman ‘rarri, pullin’ up like, “eugh”
leather jacket, margiela like fonzy
‘member when i was locked up in the country
mama threw all my pints down the toilet
and officer walsh keep lookin’, tryin’ to find me
so my lil’ brother cry when we lost our granny
turned bpsn when a n_gga met manny
i can’t talk to these n_ggas at all
if your 430, i’m tryna see a n_gga ball
ball, ball, ball, ball, ball that vibe
my ex post a story, i ain’t watch at all
i done got tired to the audi
a b_tch gotta rolls royce truck me
gave a caribbean hoe that c_ck
[chorus: robb bank$]
i like head, i like p_ssy
i like that mouth, but i don’t like kissin’
i like threesomes and multiple b_tches
i like felicia, i like genie
i like ridin’ that b_tch like a pony
i like to get my hands dirty ’bout my dodi
i know i make a b_tch thick, let her suck me (yeah)
heard your wrist tickin’ loud with that fake_ass rollie, p_ssy

[post_chorus: robb bank$]
whoa, whipped out a twelve inch, said that taste it like candy (yeah)
whoa, how the f_ck you walk past me and you ain’t ‘bow down to me
whoa, i get a lil’ money and i can’t even talk to these p_ssies (yeah)
whoa, i seen a n_gga dead in the streets, i can’t say nothin’, no

- dj scheme

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