k suave - 3 lyrics
[intro]
ahaha, yeah
(yo, bwser, chill)
what you talking ’bout?
ayy, what you talking ’bout?
d_mn, what you talking ’bout?
i know you hate me, i know you hate me now
i know you hate me, i know you hate me now
don’t be afraid of rejection, just keep slaying, ho
(yeah_ah_ah_ah_ah)
she want [?] (what the f_ck you want?)
woo
[chorus]
three hoes in my bed
one of ’em gotta go instead
d_mn, hit me when you land
all my b_tches bad, they tens
i’m out in new york, i’m ballin’ like i’m jeremy lin
baby girl, this versace, this is not no friends
d_mn, she gon’ choose up ’cause she see i got them bands
your b_tch, she ain’t got no manners, she keep reachin’ in my pants
off the d’usse, i can’t believe, yeah
she say you don’t do her right and i mistreat her
[verse]
but i do, d_mn, what you do?
can’t hotbox, you ain’t got no roof
i make her blow me just like a flute
she got a man so she actin’ prude
but the b_tch keep sendin’ me nudes
i heard your song, that sh_t was p__p
my voice make her wet like a pool
she keeping texting me like, “what’s the move?”
i’m in the sky like an eagle
she gon’ suck on that d_ck like mosquito
this don julio, not titos
shootin’ my shot just like a freethrow
smoking loud, my n_ggas bustin’
you know that girl but she f_ckin’
she don’t love me but she know something
f_ckin’ her face, she got concussion
booty soft like a m_ffin
in calabasas in a mansion
thot slayer, i got hoes kissing
k!ll a n_gga, we don’t need a witness
i break a record like a n_gga guinness
h_lla hoes so a n_gga pimpin’
she wanna give me all her tuition
playin’ hard to get, i ain’t trippin’
i want your head like a barber
her body fake like a barbie
got three hoes and my money
got b_tches waitin’ in the lobby
that’s a range rover, not a pontiac
fly by like a fighter jet
your b_tch with me, tell her sit back
kick her out, she don’t know how to act
[chorus]
three hoes in my bed
one of ’em gotta go instead
d_mn, hit me when you land
all my b_tches bad, they tens
i’m out in new york, i’m ballin’ like i’m jeremy lin
baby girl, this versace, this is not no friends
d_mn, she gon’ choose up ’cause she see i got them bands
your b_tch, she ain’t got no manners, she keep reachin’ in my pants
off the d’usse, i can’t believe, yeah
she say you don’t do her right and i mistreat her
[outro]
yeah, yeah
ooh, ooh, yeah, ah
yeah
swish, yeah, yeah, yeah
Random Lyrics
- nasty jack - wot is it? (remix) lyrics
- young lions - the runner and the fighter lyrics
- čis t - otvorte si oči lyrics
- requiem (au) - early am lyrics
- janine - little bit lyrics
- the band - stage fright lyrics
- zoé - nothing - nick mccarthy lyrics
- toquel - emily lyrics
- bowling for soup - spin me around lyrics
- tmk aka piekielny/r-ice - upijam się z samotnością lyrics