THREESOME - N2Deep, PSD, Mac Lee

I told they: Good is pee’as

We just don’t give a shit 'bout that huch

If you ain’t blowin' don’t touch

Orum, capulatin', Playa-Hatas get baddered

Get a suck ass to the pisa and the rest don’t matter

Hoochie, Kochie, came down for Uchie, tryin' to clown y’all

Get sourround in Hammer

Southpark re-see downer

N… 2Deep and Manish come about them pantses

On the table, on the frigidy, on the couch, on the canvas

Uhmm…

Assholes and ellbows — Tell hoes it’s pimpy

Gon' play a huch till I die, so go arach from respect me

Crew thanger, Hoo Banger, Bad braw breathness

And devide hoes like the Looies — Playa shit forever

I took a flight to Ohio

High — oh

Selver header, young sister, but a hoe

Chick is grabbed to a liver

Give a fuck

Live it up

Lil Huch don’t hide it devide it

Make a wooooord

Ohh

Best my touch upon the scrill'

Fo' real

Servin' comebacks

Because they seem to love it

Oh, feel nickle thang, relate it

Captain saver

Never huch and trust homie

Shake and fake some phonies

Got the Poni-es

Whizzahs!

On the po-one

Then I got her

All up in her face

She’s straight lace

It’s paper chase and taxes to the thirdy

And dressed to impress if the tram-bitch worthy

Don’t «Sir» me

No, Biatch

Please…

I’ma trees with my cuddies

If it ain’t hoes then it’s money

Act funny if you wanna

Up in the corner to the Country-Club, Cressside Californiaaaaa

I told you, though, you hit it hoe

The cloud

If your lungs stick

Coo' thang niggers ain’t down with that dumb shit

Not one bitch but two hoes

Big banks and new clothes

It’s tha path I choose, fo' real, no so choose yours!

Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville

We ridd’n right on the side and playa fo' real

I got’s to skill

So tear it off, kick down, break bread

P. S.D., Mac Lee, Jay Tee — shake phaaat

International player try’na pass go

Bitch give me your cashflow and everythin I ask fo'

I make the grass grow greener

Just a little cleaner then the average

V-Town savage

This can be lavage

Plushed out ice-cold

8.1 ain’t the nice pay — the prize is sold

So let you pin the loadem in a moudy

Gett’n rowdy

Cousin' rockets

Three motherfuckers about they pay talkin' shit all day

As up fo' sho' we gon' stay’a

Go to bay’a

Been take a brought down on our way’a… Hmmm

Yeah, you know

A motherfucker gon' get payed, partner

The gorgers

So we hit the strip

The dick gon' grind

And the mouthpiece will shine

So chock this up as a confirm for kill

By 3 real motherfuckin' players