3 Musketeers
Song by NextYoungin and ppcocaine
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Sp-, Sp-, Spain, what you doing?
Hey Daddy Kane (listen up)
I got b*tches (you got b*tches?)
Haha, ayy-ayy
Tell lil' shorty, come here
Trap bunnie bubbles
b*tch, I still get texts from my ex
You thinkin' that's yours but she movin' to the next (the next)
No b*tch can compare, they all think I'm the best (fu*kin' right)
Real witch b*tch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo)
b*tch, I got big stack, big flex (big flex)
Baby call my phone tryna blow her tax check
Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex
But don't be mad when you going through my texts
Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here)
I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble)
Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear
I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers
Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here)
I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble)
Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear
I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers
b*tch, shake that ass or kick rocks (kick rocks)
F*ck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box
Saw her on her Tinder, said she likes long walks (on the beach?)
Runnin' with my phone but, b*tch, who got these locks?
Dumb hoe, who bought this motherfu*kin' phone?
Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan
Try to find another b*tch, get hit in the dome
Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne
Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here)
I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble)
Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear
I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers
Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here)
I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)
Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear
I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers
It's Daddy Kane in this b*tch
Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit
Shawty's talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit'
Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the sh*t
Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick
All yo' sh*t fake but there's Gucci on my fit
She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (nah)
Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick
Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (yup)
b*tches high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean
Don't try to kiss me, hoe, you need some Listerine
Drown in this money, all you see on me is green
I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean
Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend
Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean
No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team
Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here)
I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble)
Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear
I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers
Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here)
I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)
Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear
I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers
Ah (you got b*tches, Nya?)
Hell yeah (how many?)
Hmm, three musketeers
Hoe! (Sp-, Sp-, Spain, what you doing?)
Daddy Kane and Cocaine
Yeah, Daddy Kane and Cocaine, huh!