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letra de 3 phones - dee watkins

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[intro]
(rjbanks on the beat)
yeah
hold on, let me talk my sh-t right quick
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas, man?
let’s go (gang)
woah, woah, woah, woah
woah, ha, woah, woah, woah (look)
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
ayy, this how i’m comin’

[chorus]
i got three phones, but i still ain’t got no time to talk
she a dime piece, but it still ain’t sh-t to cut her off
i don’t follow rules, i do what i want ’cause i’m the boss
i’m a florida boy, she say, “bae, i love the way you talk”
went to johnny dang, and i put like thirty in my mouth
i ain’t post it though, ’cause n-gga, i ain’t do that sh-t for clout
i ain’t come to cut her, i just want the head, then i’m out
i’m a real n-gga, ask them n-ggas ’round me, they can vouch

[verse 1]
i say back up, shawty, why you all up in my face?
got her on her knees, boy, you would’ve thought she finna pray
i am not the one, i will shoot them tattoos off your facе
tryna get some fame, n-gga, wеll today gon’ be the day
i’ma always pop my sh-t, don’t give a f-ck ’bout what they think
while you laughin’ behind my back, i’m gon’ be laughin’ to the bank
you can gas that n-gga up, but ayy, i bet he still won’t crank
saw your b-tch, i made her faint, water on me like a sink (let’s go)
[chorus]
i got three phones, but i still ain’t got no time to talk
she a dime piece, but it still ain’t sh-t to cut her off
i don’t follow rules, i do what i want ’cause i’m the boss
i’m a florida boy, she say, “bae, i love the way you talk”
went to johnny dang, and i put like thirty in my mouth
i ain’t post it though, ’cause n-gga, i ain’t do that sh-t for clout
i ain’t come to cut her, i just want the head, then i’m out
i’m a real n-gga, ask them n-ggas ’round me, they can vouch, n-gga (uh, uh)

[verse 2]
hold up, wait one minute, who the f-ck keep callin’ my phone? (ayy, ayy)
n-ggas be mad at me ’cause their b-tch won’t leave me alone (uh, uh)
n-ggas be hatin’ on me but playin’ every one of my songs (ayy, ayy)
and i’ma pop my sh-t, lil’ n-gga, you know what i’m on (ayy)
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
i walked in the party with that 30 in my britches
my lil’ n-gga off the percocet, he keep on itchin’
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of that sh-t she sayin’, i still ain’t committin’ (uh)
told that ho she trippin’ (ayy)

[chorus]
i got three phones, but i still ain’t got no time to talk
she a dime piece, but it still ain’t sh-t to cut her off
i don’t follow rules, i do what i want ’cause i’m the boss
i’m a florida boy, she say, “bae, i love the way you talk”
went to johnny dang, and i put like thirty in my mouth
i ain’t post it though, ’cause n-gga, i ain’t do that sh-t for clout
i ain’t come to cut her, i just want the head, then i’m out
i’m a real n-gga, ask them n-ggas ’round me, they can vouch, n-gga

- dee watkins

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