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lirik lagu three six talk – lil yachty

[verse 1: lil yachty]
all i got left is four, i’ma drink it slow
i tote a big two two three, pinch that baby nose
i give a f*ck ’bout politics, i just play my role
i drunk three pints, before gym, still be lookin’ swole
i put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
all i done did, i should move into a [?]
bad boujee b*tch off ig, suck a n*gga soul
drake by my side, like a glock, no i could never fold
broke n*gga mad cause i’m rich and i f*ck more hoes
lil b*tch still tourin’ round my house, we gon’ cut her toes
what happened to that one n*gga? sh*t, we’ll never know
house so d*mn big, at the end, it’s a pot of gold
heard how they move, when they goal is to wipe my nose
my nose too dry, if it’s l!ck, someone gotta go
i might max out, off the x, god was speakin’ back
n*ggas hit my [?], and took my shhh, imma play with that
i’ll pay for spinners fore’ i pay for that* back
n*gga d tote a five, stop em’ with that mac
pourin’ up this quakin, f*ck around and have a heart attack
slime had a drought, in they spot like an architect
[?] cost a rack, it ain’t never match
matchin’ with my whips, like i’m tip, i keep twenty straps
n*ggas freakin’ out, i keep calm, cause it’s under raps
ridin’ with that sig, bullets big, it could k!ll a calf
cup filled with red, like it’s goin’ down statistics graph
graduate from school and only thing i actually use is math
[verse 2: dc2trill & draft day]
carry each diamond, gold ap, n*gga do the math (yeah)
she been sucking’ d*ck for three hours, she needa take a bath (yeah)
box of [?] eight five wagu, when i eat the cab
trackhawk, with the wide body, it’s gon’ leave the tags (whew)
finna fire them n*ggas who took that shiii, imma get em’ brrddd
ya n*gga testify and you still with em, that make you a rat
i poured a six of the keisha, that’s gon’ bring me back
i just pulled up in a car, that you could never have
spin his block, so we leavin’ his [?]
bought some rick and go to chrome
gettin’ cash, ain’t ever home
with my glock, i’m not alone
you not legit, not f*ckin’ witchu
it’s just us, get out the picture
do it, bet that choppa stick em’
screw it, let’s go handle business (yeah)

[verse 3: draft day]
now she see that you got motion, she want our forgiveness
when that light one on me, i know that weren’t payin’ attention
i’m tryna run up these m’s, and quadruple that
n*ggas say they be in the gym, but we ain’t seen a stack
white and gold, bust down cartier’s, it’s a yey party
i’m always on time with this sh*t, you could as ashanti
i could talk that three six talk, why that syrup got me
and i know, that i’m god body, we made like john gotti
concrete boys, n*ggas know it’s us
they ain’t seein’ what we seein’
boat just pulled up in that double m, it was one of fifteen
all my n*ggas stand f*ckin’ tall, on everything they mean
you n*ggas, hide behind the cameras, yo’ life behind the scenes
[outro: draft day]
boy, whew, whew, whew
yeah, yeah, yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia
us, brrd

- lil yachty

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