Текст песни 3 + 4 - A!M

Three plus four, that's..., three plus four, that's...
Anyhow man get that drop and man don't drop, I call that...
Dududu
Dududu
Dududu

Anyhow man get that drop and man don't drop, I call that booky (dududu)
I don't fuck with the judge like Judy (never)
They took nine in a year like uni (nine)
On sight if a man just cough, I back that dots and give man coodies
Don't care if them boy there fruity (mm-hmm)
This corn gonna turn that smoothie
I was on the phone to Dooky (Dooky)
On the lurk for a snack like Scooby (lurkin')
Call my young boy Murray, he's servin' (servin')
Criss rock for the cats like Pookie (Pookie)
Hella man offsided (offside)
And for that we glided
Back then we was all united, now it's ten in your back like Rooney (that's ten)
Invest your P's on clothes and now
You're broke, them man primitive (primitive)
I invest my P's on smoke (mm-mm), then I beat off corn at villages
I can proudly say that I back my bro, you don't get that privilege
His friend never got no corn, how could I be so inconsiderate? (How?)
When the pack gets bust and you hear them scream, that's a different pressure (that's pressure)
I can now confirm that he ain't a G, he's a different letter
And that food was dead so I whipped again then I made it better
This dirty sket, my one regret is the day I met her

This bitch never loved me back (nah)
Finna put this stress on the ride, that's no sim card and a rusty wap
Three plus four, that's six in the ting and one for the journey back
Don't follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that I don't get grabbed
Like, who's tryna get man mad?
This bitch never loved me back (nah)
Finna put this stress on the ride, that's no sim card and a rusty wap
Three plus four, that's six in the ting and one for the journey back
Don't follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that I don't get grabbed
Like, who's tryna get man mad?

And they thought that the ting won't bust (dududu)
But it took man's door off the hinges
I can never be like them, I'd rather inject my arm with syringes
They don't want smoke, they're only bad from a distance
Man talk shit, I'm airin' it out
Said he got guts, I'm tearin' it out
I was in the M with A, took two L's, all now I don't know why
Or I'm in a dirty place with a .38, tryna exercise
And this shotgun corn is twice my age, so it's .45
She's convinced I'm a naughty guy
So I just tell her a porky pie (a lie)
This finger got a horny side
Them man cut when they saw me glide
Cerelac their baby food, turn marmalade when it jams on you
And this train's finna take me kway
Should I jump off like a uni rave?
I discount packs like it's UNiDAYS
Shade can't block out the UV rays
Back my shank in the baitest place and for that I'm guilty
Lipsin' you when she's done with me, and for that she filthy (ugh)
One-two word and she's on her knees, after that she milky
And then try ask for a pair of keys, and for that she kills me

This bitch never loved me back (nah)
Finna put this stress on the ride, that's no sim card and a rusty wap
Three plus four, that's six in the ting and one for the journey back
Don't follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that I don't get grabbed
Like, who's tryna get man mad?
This bitch never loved me back (nah)
Finna put this stress on the ride, that's no sim card and a rusty wap
Three plus four, that's six in the ting and one for the journey back
Don't follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that I don't get grabbed
Like, who's tryna get man mad?

This bitch never loved me back
Finna put this stress on the ride, that's no sim card and a rusty wap
Three plus four, that's six in the ting and one for the journey back
Don't follow me, man cut from the feds and pray that I don't get grabbed
Like, who's tryna get man mad?
Biggz the engineer, baby
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