DaBoii - 3 Percs
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And you better watch yo mouth or you get- yeah, nigga
And you better watch yo mouth or you get slapped in it
And nigga when you hear that "hmm hmmm," it's a cat engine
Yeah, i was losing for a minute, now i'm back winnin
Told bae when she ride the dick put yo back in it
Yeah, she cut me off for a minute, now i'm back in it
I ain't knucklin' up with nobody, i got strap nigga
Oh we missed? that's a bet, double back nigga
Hell yeah, i can rap, but ain't no rap nigga
Pussy nigga diss sob, that's a wrap nigga
I know some baby cut-throats, love to lash niggas
We ain't with the shit? yeah okay, ask the last niggas
Eugh, what you got, krusty krabs? why yo cat itchin?
Nigga, when it come to that bag, i don't cap nigga
You gotta sit back, wait yo turn, yeah chillax nigga
Keep strap, keep pop, bet' not lack nigga
Boy spent the bag on his jeans, but no cash in it
I ain't finna argue with no opp, where you at nigga?
Yeah boy you got that shit on, but no swag wid it
Oh, that's your quarterback? we'll sack niggas
Have you ever copped a foreign and did the dash in it?
Oh, you ain't never copped a foreign, that's a sad nigga
Yeah, i got her fiending for the dick, that bitch passionate
In that 2 seater, skrt skrt, riding past niggas
At an all-white event, but i'm black nigga
You on paperwork, you the boys, you the task nigga
I'll leave this bitch right now, i don't attach nigga
Sike, i'll never leave my bitch, i'm attached nigga
If boy come here from out of town, then we tax niggas
Let me switch the flow up
Too high off this perc, think i could pick the floor up
But if i pop another one, i think i just might throw up
Bro what you doing with the xans? what the fuck he throw up
Baby got a fat cat, call that baby doja
You ain't from where i'm from, so lil nigga, don't judge
Point this glock to yo mouth, bitch since you so tough
Bitch i came in double g's, my bitch came in cc's
She hit the blunt one time, got her looking ling ling
Kick down a nigga door, we don't do the ding-ding
Soon as we get to the crib, baby lick my wee wee
Throw my son in the air, that boy be like "wee wee!"
He could barely even talk, that boy be like (?...)
I got some niggas in the west nigga, and the deep east
(?...)
She told her friend the dick was good, now she wanna meet me
Bring that ass up over here, and let's do somethin freaky
She gon ride for the boy, she just wanna freak me
And i can't pop one perc, bitch i need at least three
Onna gang
And you better watch yo mouth or you get slapped in it
And nigga when you hear that "hmm hmmm," it's a cat engine
Yeah, i was losing for a minute, now i'm back winnin
Told bae when she ride the dick put yo back in it
Yeah, she cut me off for a minute, now i'm back in it
I ain't knucklin' up with nobody, i got strap nigga
Oh we missed? that's a bet, double back nigga
Hell yeah, i can rap, but ain't no rap nigga
Pussy nigga diss sob, that's a wrap nigga
I know some baby cut-throats, love to lash niggas
We ain't with the shit? yeah okay, ask the last niggas
Eugh, what you got, krusty krabs? why yo cat itchin?
Nigga, when it come to that bag, i don't cap nigga
You gotta sit back, wait yo turn, yeah chillax nigga
Keep strap, keep pop, bet' not lack nigga
Boy spent the bag on his jeans, but no cash in it
I ain't finna argue with no opp, where you at nigga?
Yeah boy you got that shit on, but no swag wid it
Oh, that's your quarterback? we'll sack niggas
Have you ever copped a foreign and did the dash in it?
Oh, you ain't never copped a foreign, that's a sad nigga
Yeah, i got her fiending for the dick, that bitch passionate
In that 2 seater, skrt skrt, riding past niggas
At an all-white event, but i'm black nigga
You on paperwork, you the boys, you the task nigga
I'll leave this bitch right now, i don't attach nigga
Sike, i'll never leave my bitch, i'm attached nigga
If boy come here from out of town, then we tax niggas
Let me switch the flow up
Too high off this perc, think i could pick the floor up
But if i pop another one, i think i just might throw up
Bro what you doing with the xans? what the fuck he throw up
Baby got a fat cat, call that baby doja
You ain't from where i'm from, so lil nigga, don't judge
Point this glock to yo mouth, bitch since you so tough
Bitch i came in double g's, my bitch came in cc's
She hit the blunt one time, got her looking ling ling
Kick down a nigga door, we don't do the ding-ding
Soon as we get to the crib, baby lick my wee wee
Throw my son in the air, that boy be like "wee wee!"
He could barely even talk, that boy be like (?...)
I got some niggas in the west nigga, and the deep east
(?...)
She told her friend the dick was good, now she wanna meet me
Bring that ass up over here, and let's do somethin freaky
She gon ride for the boy, she just wanna freak me
And i can't pop one perc, bitch i need at least three
Onna gang
