โหลดเพลง mp3 Three - Future

Three (三) - Future/Young Thug
DY crazy

Peter Piper picker I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper we never kept 'em

Yeah

I got more bracelets on than you got chains bro
Me and my dawg's d**e came in on the same boat
Whippin' the same d**e
I put the b**ch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto too rap for the Leto yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos yeah
Rock the Cuban link top of my knees
Yeah yeah
Ostrich seats bite your sleeves
Yeah yeah

Trippin' 'em up like a referee up with these gators

Yeah
Trip on my spot it was no more basic cable

Yeah
I mixed some act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker

Yeah
Three shot 'em like a mothaf**kin' Pacer
Southside yeah yeah
Never lose like my mothaf**kin' McGregor ya heard
Yeah
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp

Yeah
Count this money up with glasses like a niz-zerd

Yeah
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter
Yeah
Bad yellow skin filipin'
Envious and gin never win

Chrome heart lens help me see 'em

Hit him in his back South Central

Made a lot of M's right from sinnin'
Ready to smoke the pimp 'bout my women
I prefer the shrimp tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp that's
I got more rings than you got hoes bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings yeah
I let my kids fly private I'm supreme yeah
Real killers move in silent take that clean batch yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I'm out the jungle a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I'm out that zoo zoo zoo
I'm a gorilla ape n**ga ain't ate

Ain't satisfied 'til all you n**gas in yellow tape yeah
'Cause these n**gas they ain't loyal
They been chillin' with the opps
Doe boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times don't f**k around with no cop
Check on Google I'm out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my b**ch a bad b**ch so I turned her to a recruiter
I'm a real assassin quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she'll never gon' go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these bales as pillows sleepin' on floors
Original BMG n**ga yeah the feds know
I'm the richest n**ga came from Lil' Mexico

If you ever catch me limpin' 'cause I'm a pimp

Chrome Hearts help me see the haters I can see 'em

Gotta keep 10 mil' stashed under my hoe's bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head