letra de 3 - k suave
[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
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