F*ck it get drunk three
Who tf said it's beef
If you crazy then tweak
If you hate me then swing
Money blue like some jeans
And the top white tee
Know this hoe like me
Cause she tryna bite me
MIA nigga you can't even find me
Kill yo self if you ever think of trying me
Build yo wealth then you went and bought some diamond teeth
I'm goin get six story house on a beach
I think bro billy mays left a stain look like bleach
Lemme see if this bitch really a freak
Come and eat
What you mean Beaz aint really beast
He a pit
He dog
I get geeked
I'm so high
It aint no way I could fall
You was sitting on the bench and tryna teach me how to ball
This PSA if I start tweaking its yo fault
You niggas yes man like a muthaf*cking cult
Make a bitch touch her knees off the clothes that I bought
Its not the way that I walk
It's he way that I talk
It be spice
If you nice I could change yo whole life
If she thick just like ice
I'm a plumber get the pipe but that it
You cannot be my wife
He get popped he king of that shit like he mike
Say my pop dark green look like acid and sprite
We is not in a tent got a bag for tonight
Get a bag for the rest of my life Imma try
You goin see me im fly
I'm the shit and you not
If you hope that i fail then I hope that you die
I know the real prevail
The fake goin goin flop
You June Cortez
You aint the guy
This hammer on yo head
You aint a god
He love the fraud
Pole kickback make you shake like Raud
You should be on a farm
You a hoe on god
I'm so alive
Some niggas had to get pushed but I dived
The old me wasn't on shit so he died
Money aint shit I take a count then divide
So it One two three four of us and we all got dimes
Fighting witches in the swamp so we all got slime
I taught my niggas how to fish now we all got cod
We on like a 30 kill streak bitch we all got bombs
Y'all some pussy ass nigga y'all all like tom
All my niggas waiting on you we all got time
Gang pulled up with some grease and we all got fried
By the time you pick a side he up the stick and fire
Pull up all black forget me not
Its been two days do you forgive me now
She took everything off like she clearly hot
Shit I stopped all the rain I see clearly now
Nigga thought he was him boy you clearly not
I'm on real unc shit drinking beer and work
I swear I used to have to scream so they could hear me out
You gotta play it back like 3 times just to hear me now
I don't know the name of what we smoke but its clearly loud
Put some blue on his head now he Stan marsh
I know a couple niggas that be eating off the instacart
I went back 3 times so you could hear my part
Think bro a clown he getting cutting up he sick like art
Think you had a long day a work bomb under the car
Every beat you know I'm steady floating my gravity on mars
I see how the money give you power i wanna feel like stark
I'll screw you over with a Phillips if you thinking I'm mark
All I really do is talk shit I ain't thinking but charts
F*ck a office
Keep on walking
Get Drunk 3/Mark Phillips Video (MV)
MIA Beaz - Get Drunk 3/Mark Phillips Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
F*ck it get drunk three
Who tf said it's beef
If you crazy then tweak
If you hate me then swing
Money blue like some jeans
And the top white tee
Know this hoe like me
Cause she tryna bite me
MIA nigga you can't even find me
Kill yo self if you ever think of trying me
Build yo wealth then you went and bought some diamond teeth
I'm goin get six story house on a beach
I think bro billy mays left a stain look like bleach
Lemme see if this bitch really a freak
Come and eat
What you mean Beaz aint really beast
He a pit
He dog
I get geeked
I'm so high
It aint no way I could fall
You was sitting on the bench and tryna teach me how to ball
This PSA if I start tweaking its yo fault
You niggas yes man like a muthaf*cking cult
Make a bitch touch her knees off the clothes that I bought
Its not the way that I walk
It's he way that I talk
It be spice
If you nice I could change yo whole life
If she thick just like ice
I'm a plumber get the pipe but that it
You cannot be my wife
He get popped he king of that shit like he mike
Say my pop dark green look like acid and sprite
We is not in a tent got a bag for tonight
Get a bag for the rest of my life Imma try
You goin see me im fly
I'm the shit and you not
If you hope that i fail then I hope that you die
I know the real prevail
The fake goin goin flop
You June Cortez
You aint the guy
This hammer on yo head
You aint a god
He love the fraud
Pole kickback make you shake like Raud
You should be on a farm
You a hoe on god
I'm so alive
Some niggas had to get pushed but I dived
The old me wasn't on shit so he died
Money aint shit I take a count then divide
So it One two three four of us and we all got dimes
Fighting witches in the swamp so we all got slime
I taught my niggas how to fish now we all got cod
We on like a 30 kill streak bitch we all got bombs
Y'all some pussy ass nigga y'all all like tom
All my niggas waiting on you we all got time
Gang pulled up with some grease and we all got fried
By the time you pick a side he up the stick and fire
Pull up all black forget me not
Its been two days do you forgive me now
She took everything off like she clearly hot
Shit I stopped all the rain I see clearly now
Nigga thought he was him boy you clearly not
I'm on real unc shit drinking beer and work
I swear I used to have to scream so they could hear me out
You gotta play it back like 3 times just to hear me now
I don't know the name of what we smoke but its clearly loud
Put some blue on his head now he Stan marsh
I know a couple niggas that be eating off the instacart
I went back 3 times so you could hear my part
Think bro a clown he getting cutting up he sick like art
Think you had a long day a work bomb under the car
Every beat you know I'm steady floating my gravity on mars
I see how the money give you power i wanna feel like stark
I'll screw you over with a Phillips if you thinking I'm mark
All I really do is talk shit I ain't thinking but charts
F*ck a office
Keep on walking
Who tf said it's beef
If you crazy then tweak
If you hate me then swing
Money blue like some jeans
And the top white tee
Know this hoe like me
Cause she tryna bite me
MIA nigga you can't even find me
Kill yo self if you ever think of trying me
Build yo wealth then you went and bought some diamond teeth
I'm goin get six story house on a beach
I think bro billy mays left a stain look like bleach
Lemme see if this bitch really a freak
Come and eat
What you mean Beaz aint really beast
He a pit
He dog
I get geeked
I'm so high
It aint no way I could fall
You was sitting on the bench and tryna teach me how to ball
This PSA if I start tweaking its yo fault
You niggas yes man like a muthaf*cking cult
Make a bitch touch her knees off the clothes that I bought
Its not the way that I walk
It's he way that I talk
It be spice
If you nice I could change yo whole life
If she thick just like ice
I'm a plumber get the pipe but that it
You cannot be my wife
He get popped he king of that shit like he mike
Say my pop dark green look like acid and sprite
We is not in a tent got a bag for tonight
Get a bag for the rest of my life Imma try
You goin see me im fly
I'm the shit and you not
If you hope that i fail then I hope that you die
I know the real prevail
The fake goin goin flop
You June Cortez
You aint the guy
This hammer on yo head
You aint a god
He love the fraud
Pole kickback make you shake like Raud
You should be on a farm
You a hoe on god
I'm so alive
Some niggas had to get pushed but I dived
The old me wasn't on shit so he died
Money aint shit I take a count then divide
So it One two three four of us and we all got dimes
Fighting witches in the swamp so we all got slime
I taught my niggas how to fish now we all got cod
We on like a 30 kill streak bitch we all got bombs
Y'all some pussy ass nigga y'all all like tom
All my niggas waiting on you we all got time
Gang pulled up with some grease and we all got fried
By the time you pick a side he up the stick and fire
Pull up all black forget me not
Its been two days do you forgive me now
She took everything off like she clearly hot
Shit I stopped all the rain I see clearly now
Nigga thought he was him boy you clearly not
I'm on real unc shit drinking beer and work
I swear I used to have to scream so they could hear me out
You gotta play it back like 3 times just to hear me now
I don't know the name of what we smoke but its clearly loud
Put some blue on his head now he Stan marsh
I know a couple niggas that be eating off the instacart
I went back 3 times so you could hear my part
Think bro a clown he getting cutting up he sick like art
Think you had a long day a work bomb under the car
Every beat you know I'm steady floating my gravity on mars
I see how the money give you power i wanna feel like stark
I'll screw you over with a Phillips if you thinking I'm mark
All I really do is talk shit I ain't thinking but charts
F*ck a office
Keep on walking
Writer: Elijah Beasley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid