R. Vibes - Three's Company (feat. Armel) Lyrics

It's the return of the bad guy
Keep a couple broads on Stand by
G code I abide by
G5 not fly as I
You cannot do what I do
You cannot walk a mile up in my shoes
Numbers goin up no penny stock
A Pigsty like a group of cops
Okay let's get to the rappin y'all like when I'm snappin so that's what I'm finna do
They say I talk with with a passion
But Can you imagine if I moved how these losers move
Still bag ya chick in some flip flops
Or yellow crocs dope as crack rock
I had to tip toe to the tip top
Y'all sleeping on me no alarm clock
Know im bout to blow
Like an organ rupture
Museum in the crib
Peep the sculptures
Does the money bring
Bring the family closer
Does the money turn
Turn the fam to vultures
Only 1 way to find out
Lay-z boy you going have to recline now
Pops you can watch ya son shine now
Drivin down sunset
1 thing on my mind now
Consistently bring the victories
They was bitterly wishing misery
Dre passed the auxiliary
Play these mind games like psychology
1 Time for the 1 time
2 Twins both of them fine
3's company who lied
Hol' up bring it back rewind
1 Time for the 1 time
2 Twins both of them fine
3's company who lied
4 Play yeah Issa vibe
1 time for the 1 time
I ain't tricking on p*ssy
I dont care if she dumb fine
Leave the competition dumb found
Hating n*ggas wanna send me out the game like an umpire
I'm the best rapper unsigned
I'm the type to go and grind way before the sunrise
Told the plug don't get me no dirt only give me straight pressure
So these smokers get dumb high
Nowadays can't waste my time no lie ask why cuz i'm way too invested
Told my homies we doing too much we gotta relax we moving too reckless
When you play in the streets no excuses whatever come with it you gotta accept it
It be crazy when the feds come people start singing like Usher and giving confessions
Always been that n*gga way before the figures never have i ever felt less than
B*tches know i got b*tches so these b*tches really can't get mad they gotta respect it
Always got some new p*ssy on deck f*ck i look like stressed i ain't worried bout no ex-b*tch
I get the p*ssy for free you pay a fee reasons you buying out sections
B*tches is f*cking with me f*ck her and then she going leave
She hate to leave so she stay i keep these b*tches amazed
Pimpin' it run in my veins get up and go hit a play
Always make sure that i'm paid thats just a part of my day
Most of these n*ggas is really not street these n*ggas is just in the way
Helen Keller, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder to the bull-sh*t
I ain't doing exceptions put your hands on Gully you must want to die
Cuz you know that's a death wish
1 Time for the 1 time
2 Twins both of them fine
3's company who lied
Hol' up bring it back rewind
1 Time for the 1 time
2 Twins both of them fine
3's company who lied
4 Play yeah Issa vibe