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lirik lagu 3hi - big bodies

[chorus: birdo]
i’m countin’ big bodies, if a p~ssy want smoke
i’ma make her gimme sloppy, if i see it i’ma cop it
and i walk through the door like the man
stack up my bands
all these drugs make you dance
goin’ up, we goin’ up
double up my cup
sippin’ by the liter, we don’t give a f~ck
pulling up in benz truck
30 on my waist, let’s test your luck
you ain’t ever gon’ see it, keep that sh~t tucked

[verse 1: sadowski]
b~tch i feel like tay~k, i’ma hop up in the race
star lit wraith, hang a 30 on your face
crew roll up in silence, never leave a trace
and we leanin’ off a double couple, yeah that boy faded
come here lil mama, lemme show how we do
superstar status b~tch, you know that i’m the glue
running up the checks, yeah that payment overdue
and my fit so sick, b~tch i might just caught the flu
ellen degeneres, i been feelin’ so generous
i been giving these rappers safety, b~tch now i feel venomous
armed and dangerous, yeah b~tch i bring the heat
bust down ap, gucci looking fleek
the flow be unseen, b~tch i’m new to this game
don’t talk to me ‘bout bread unless i f~ck with you and your gang

[verse 2: yung ray]
no sweat, i ain’t tryna flex with that dragon breath
spittin’ flame right out the neck, diamond drip all that patek
dripping on the floor, sh~ts wet
ain’t no one to put em on
on to the next, on to the next
(whoa)
hope you don’t stumble, you drop my ball that’s a fumble
you best be shaving that stubble, or you get caught in a rumble
where you get stung like a bumble
no b~tch, i don’t want no trouble
i blow you out like a bubble, then bring you in that’s a huddle
(whoa, yeah)
let’s have a foursome and cuddle, girl let me dive in that rubble
i see yo titties, see double
now the whole ground start to rumble
best hope that bag don’t get fumbled
and you about to discover
that we done undercover

[verse 3: red~b]
b~tch i’m insane, taking a look in my brain
i’m having strange thoughts
i am in pain, feel like i’m caught in the rain
stuck in the same spot
i’m moving away, get the f~ck outta my way cause i needa change the
scenery, feelings i feel in me
k!lling these rappers inside my vicinity
b~tches talking bout my wave
you gon’ drown in this sh~t
leave you p~ssies with no options, popping going off with the hits
dope as crack pipes with them hits
fiends are mad hype and it’s lit
have you baptized with this drip
have your trap sized and it’s quick
when i cap twice, hit a l!ck
you gon’ duck hide and that’s it
meet in parking lots whether dark or not
you b~tches bark a lot and throw fits
and if they really want smoke, i’ma bleed em
here’s a tampax queen, you gon’ need em
true believers of the game, we gon’ see through
all the fake sh~t boy, i’m a lethal god (god)
(i count big bodies, if a p~ssy want smoke…oh sh~t, my bad gio)
(uh, yeah)

[verse 4: coochie]
recently i just don’t feel the same
feels like i’m crawling out my brain
with all the sh~t that i been saying
make you question all your dreams, this sh~t insane
pour some henny out for the pain
yeah i saw that jawn, but she a lame
facetime on the low, lil mama know the code
laying rubber on the road, getting dome
blowin’ smoke
i’ve been fiending, i’ve been leaning
there’s no reason to get squeamish
made a couple bands, i might spend it all by the weekend
up top staying high, baby mama wanna fly
she been running on my mind, feel like i’m running out of time

[verse 5: trap]
tryna keep it steady, pockets heavy
henny in my cup, i’m the marinara to spaghetti
y’all ain’t ever really ready
gotta take the opportunities when they come knocking
no stopping, no flocking
yeah, you know we jogging
rap is like a second nature
yeah, you know we balling
we just living our lives, tryna maintain the profit
fulfill the prophecy that be written in our dreams
but you hear the phrase everything ain’t how it seems

[verse 6: meader]
f~ck me on camera, make it look like a movie
i’m with your skater b~tch, and she riding it goofy
top in the toyota with tequila in the coozie
i sell drugs for the lola, talking bags on motorolas
i sneak woman in my house, stuff my mouth with areolas
i pay extra for my swipes, so i got girls in minnesota
started a label, gimme two years and i’ll be famous
put the 3 next to the hi, now every girl i see is naked
and soon as we blow up, they’ll probably say that i done faked it
but that’s the same list of names uninvited when we celebrating
(three!)

[chorus: birdo & 3hi]
i’m countin’ big bodies, if a p~ssy want smoke
i’ma make her gimme sloppy, if i see it i’ma cop it
and i walk through the door like the man
stack up my bands
all these drugs make you dance
goin’ up, we goin’ up
double up my cup
sippin’ by the liter, we don’t give a f~ck
pulling up in benz truck
30 on my waist, let’s test your luck
you ain’t ever gon’ see it, keep that sh~t tucked

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