3.5 Songtext
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3.5 Songtext
Yeah, huh
Three-somethin′-thou' for my LV feet
3.5 just to help me sleep
I′ll do a bitch like Joel Embiid
She'll never, ever get a ring from me
Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk"
I don't know what I done, but it can′t be deep
Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf
I don′t know what it costs, but it can't be cheap
Huh, damn, I′m geeked
I don't think that she want me for me
Huh, damn, am I tweakin′
Or am I a little higher than y'all?
Quiet it down, I ain′t lyin' to y'all
You get prioritized if it′s profit involved
Tired of y′all, I ain't flyin′ with y'all
I′ll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all (Bitch)
Nah, I ain′t going for it (Bitch)
Nah, I don't know nothin'
I just count up my deads by my lonesome
I ain′t goin′ in thе bed 'til this ho gone
It′s a hole in my chеst if this ho close
Shit get cold as December with no clothes
This a V12 engine, I don't go slow
If my feet on the pedal, just hold on
Damn, huh, my baby gon′ hold out for me (Hold out for me)
Damn (Damn), I been prayin' we turn out okay (We turn out okay)
Girl (Girl), why you tearin′ my shirt off?
Goddamn (Shirt off, Goddamn)
Huh, you know I got—
You know I got all eyes on me (You know I got all eyes—)
Three-somethin'-thou' for my LV feet
3.5 just to help me sleep
I′ll do a bitch like Joel Embiid
She′ll never, ever get a ring from me
Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk"
I don't know what I done, but it can′t be deep
Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf
I don't know what it costs, but it can′t be cheap
Huh, damn (Damn), I'm geeked (I′m geeked)
I don't think that she want me for me (That she want me—)
Huh, damn, am I tweakin' (Am I tweakin′?)
Or am I a little higher than y′all?
Quiet it down, I ain't lyin′ to y'all
You get prioritized if it′s profit involved
Tired of y'all, I ain′t flyin' with y'all
I′ll die ′fore I sing to the choir at all
I don't got much left, I′m thuggin' all by myself
Huh, I know what′s right, what's wrong, huh
I guess I don′t got much else
Huh, let's get a lil' more high, roll me an L, put the windows down
Ridin′ ′round town in that -
"- Oh my God, where in the hell did he get that from?"
Woah, when'd you get this fine?
Like, "Bitch, can I hit this time?"
I had six grams in that blunt, I ain′t think I could get this high
I don't think I′ma risk this one
Uh, your team worth fifty bucks
Bitch, you really missed me, huh?
Didn't that shit feel real for once?
Three-somethin′-thou' for my LV feet
3.5, just to help me sleep
I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid
She′ll never, ever get a ring from me
Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk"
I don′t know what I done, but it can't be deep
Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf
I don′t know what it costs, but it can't be cheap
(Huh, damn)
I don′t think that she want me for me
I don't think that she want me for me
I don′t think that she want me for me
Three-somethin′-thou' for my LV feet
3.5 just to help me sleep
I′ll do a bitch like Joel Embiid
She'll never, ever get a ring from me
Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk"
I don't know what I done, but it can′t be deep
Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf
I don′t know what it costs, but it can't be cheap
Huh, damn, I′m geeked
I don't think that she want me for me
Huh, damn, am I tweakin′
Or am I a little higher than y'all?
Quiet it down, I ain′t lyin' to y'all
You get prioritized if it′s profit involved
Tired of y′all, I ain't flyin′ with y'all
I′ll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all (Bitch)
Nah, I ain′t going for it (Bitch)
Nah, I don't know nothin'
I just count up my deads by my lonesome
I ain′t goin′ in thе bed 'til this ho gone
It′s a hole in my chеst if this ho close
Shit get cold as December with no clothes
This a V12 engine, I don't go slow
If my feet on the pedal, just hold on
Damn, huh, my baby gon′ hold out for me (Hold out for me)
Damn (Damn), I been prayin' we turn out okay (We turn out okay)
Girl (Girl), why you tearin′ my shirt off?
Goddamn (Shirt off, Goddamn)
Huh, you know I got—
You know I got all eyes on me (You know I got all eyes—)
Three-somethin'-thou' for my LV feet
3.5 just to help me sleep
I′ll do a bitch like Joel Embiid
She′ll never, ever get a ring from me
Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk"
I don't know what I done, but it can′t be deep
Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf
I don't know what it costs, but it can′t be cheap
Huh, damn (Damn), I'm geeked (I′m geeked)
I don't think that she want me for me (That she want me—)
Huh, damn, am I tweakin' (Am I tweakin′?)
Or am I a little higher than y′all?
Quiet it down, I ain't lyin′ to y'all
You get prioritized if it′s profit involved
Tired of y'all, I ain′t flyin' with y'all
I′ll die ′fore I sing to the choir at all
I don't got much left, I′m thuggin' all by myself
Huh, I know what′s right, what's wrong, huh
I guess I don′t got much else
Huh, let's get a lil' more high, roll me an L, put the windows down
Ridin′ ′round town in that -
"- Oh my God, where in the hell did he get that from?"
Woah, when'd you get this fine?
Like, "Bitch, can I hit this time?"
I had six grams in that blunt, I ain′t think I could get this high
I don't think I′ma risk this one
Uh, your team worth fifty bucks
Bitch, you really missed me, huh?
Didn't that shit feel real for once?
Three-somethin′-thou' for my LV feet
3.5, just to help me sleep
I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid
She′ll never, ever get a ring from me
Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk"
I don′t know what I done, but it can't be deep
Ten whole pounds of top of the shelf
I don′t know what it costs, but it can't be cheap
(Huh, damn)
I don′t think that she want me for me
I don't think that she want me for me
I don′t think that she want me for me
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