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Lyrics Future & Young Thug – Three


Future & Young Thug – Three Lyrics

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[Intro – Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em

[Verse 1 – Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whipping the same dope, I put the b—h in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, 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”
Tripping, I’m 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 m———-g Pacer “Southside, yeah, yeah”
Never lose like my m———-g McGregor, ya heard? “Yeah”
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp “Yeah”
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer “Yeah”
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter “Yeah”
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinning
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

[Verse 2 – Future]
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—a, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you n—-s in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these n—-s, they ain’t loyal, they been chilling with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block

Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f–k with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my b—h a bad b—h, 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 go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleeping on floors
Original BMG n—a, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest n—a came from Lil’ Mexico

[Hook/Chorus – Future]
If you ever catch me limping, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

Lyrics Future & Young Thug – Three


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