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lirik lagu 3 on (feat. tinashe, drake) – schoolboy q, drake & tinashe

a n-gg- got a woosah
comin’ at me never work no matter who try
i got’em all a cheque without the woo-hah
flip mo’s on ya quick got a few sides
comin’ from the 6 side
where n-gg-s goin’ shower posse just to get by
stay true never switch sides, yea, the game turn me into this guy
yea, and now every time drake-out, cameras always flashing tryna put me on the takeout
crib in calabasas man i call that sh-t the safe house
thirty minutes from l.a the sh-t is way out
til d day that’s where i’m stayin’
you can hear it in my voice i’m goin’ way in
yea, ob dat my brother like a wayans
ya know i only show up if you payin’, n-gg-
yea i always been on, i always been two on
for like the five past years cause all these n-gg-s wanna shine
i got a flashlight here man
bout’ to hit the gas right here man
old soul livin’ in the past life here man
you, bring the cash right here man
miracles, sit your -ss right here man
you know i hate to wait, that’s why i get in first and you get it late
yea, ovo sound man that’s everyday
it’s young money records man get the record straight

man, i love to get on
i love to get 2 on
when the drink be too strong
when the tree be way too strong
get faded, turn up, bruh
pour it on up ’till i can’t even think no more
get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
we can keep it lit, let’s roll
i love to get 2 on
let-let… let’s roll
i love to get 2 on, i love to
let-let-let’s roll
let-let-let’s roll

yea we can get active
and all my b-tches attractive
we go, you know who we are now
get high, hotbox in my car now

if you a lame, n-gg- you ain’t making no noise
get faded, turn up with the big boys
live fast, die young that’s my choice
get money, get money like an invoice
we can mob all in the whip
make the money make a grip
i be stuntin’ with my clique
getting faded ’till we trip (oh)

uh, pull your panties down from under you
beat that p-ssy up, make you wanna holla q
drunk than a b-tch, high on that mary jane
p-ssy in my mouth, p-ssy on my pinky ring
nasty, baby me do it in the backseat
swear this marijuana keep it cracking
lights, camera, action, i ain’t doing nothing ’til the cash in
money, money, money, weed, fashion
draped up and dripped out, keep the trees p-ssing
girl toot that thing up, f-ck me, f-ck rapping
days of our lives so clap, clap that cake
spreading your thighs i pump, pump your brakes, ay

just give me the trees and we can smoke it ya
just give me the drink and we can pour it ya
and my enemies, they see me living now
and if you roll with me, then you’ll be winning now, oh

- schoolboy q drake tinashe

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