Letra de 3.5 - ian

Yeah, huh

Three-somethin'-thou' for my LV feet

3.5 just to help me sleep

I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid

She'll never, ever get a ring from me

Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk," I don't know what I done, but it can't be deep

Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf, I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap

Huh, damn, I'm geeked

I don't think that she want me for me

Huh, damn, am I tweakin'

Or am I a little higher than y'all?

Quiet it down, I ain't lyin' to y'all

You get prioritized if it's profit involved

Tired of y'all, I ain't flyin' with y'all

I'll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all (Bitch)

Nah, I ain't going for it (Bitch)

Nah, I don't know nothin'

I just count up my deads by my lonesome

I ain't goin' in the bed 'til this ho gone

It's a hole in my chest if this ho close

Shit get cold as December with no clothes

This a V12 engine, I don't go slow

If my feet on the pedal, just hold on

Damn, huh, my baby gon' hold out for me (Hold out for me)

Damn (Damn), I been prayin' we turn out okay (We turn out okay)

Girl (Girl), why you tearin' my shirt off?

Goddamn (Shirt off, Goddamn)

Huh, you know I got— You know I got all eyes on me (You know I got all eyes—)

Three-somethin'-thou' for my LV feet

3.5 just to help me sleep

I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid

She'll never, ever get a ring from me

Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk," I don't know what I done, but it can't be deep

Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf, I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap

Huh, damn (Damn), I'm geeked (I'm geeked)

I don't think that she want me for me (That she want me—)

Huh, damn, am I tweakin' (Am I tweakin'?)

Or am I a little higher than y'all?

Quiet it down, I ain't lyin' to y'all

You get prioritized if it's profit involved

Tired of y'all, I ain't flyin' with y'all

I'll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all

I don't got much left, I'm thuggin' all by myself

Huh, I know what's right, what's wrong, huh, I guess I don't got much else

Huh, let's get a lil' more high, roll me an L, put the windows down

Ridin' 'round town in that, "Oh my God, where in the hell did he get that from?"

Woah, when'd you get this fine?

Like, "Bitch, can I hit this time?"

I had six grams in that blunt, I ain't think I could get this high

I don't think I'ma risk this one

Uh, your team worth fifty bucks

Bitch, you really missed me, huh?

Didn't that shit feel real for once?

Three-somethin'-thou' for my LV feet

3.5, just to help me sleep

I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid

She'll never, ever get a ring from me

Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk", I don't know what I done, but it can't be deep

Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf, I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap

(Huh, damn)

I don't think that she want me for me

I don't think that she want me for me

I don't think that she want me for me

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