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Three Video (MV)




Performed By: Record Boy
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Collin Innes




Record Boy - Three Lyrics
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Girl you already know how I be
Worried 'bout me
Gotta keep myself on my feet
I know why you're hard on me
'Cuz you see what I see
Man this shit way too deep
Cash in the counter, can't wait til it beep
Bought one thing, coulda bought three
Use no names whenever I speak
And I lean off the lean, lemme see
Bought another chain, now I got three
Sick of getting paid every other week
Had to take a leap
Smell the codeine every time I speak
Ain't nothing for free
So I spent a couple K on my jeans
Another 2K on my feet, now I got the heat
I was in a penthouse Playboy suite
With nobody but me, thumbing through the ink
I was getting packs in
Driving big body, beep when I back in
Leaning so I crashed it
Cup holder what the act in
And my bitch look like an actress
Three golds, that's a hattrick
Counting these presidents
Yeah I get checks like benefits
Trunk in the front, it's an elephant
And that bitch like my style, she loving it (She loving it)
Girl you already know how I be
Worried 'bout me
Gotta keep myself on my feet
I know why you're hard on me
'Cuz you see what I see
Man this shit way too deep
Cash in the counter, can't wait til it beep
Bought one thing, coulda bought three
Use no names whenever I speak
And I lean off the lean, lemme see
Bloodstains wherever I step
Running up the money 'til I lost my breath
Imma chase a bag, can't chase no bitch
Stick to myself, gotta mind my business
I just get high and I think about death
Look to the sky every time I stress
On the east smoking tree from the west
Can't get right then you 'gon get left
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Girl you already know how I be
Worried 'bout me
Gotta keep myself on my feet
I know why you're hard on me
'Cuz you see what I see
Man this shit way too deep
Cash in the counter, can't wait til it beep
Bought one thing, coulda bought three
Use no names whenever I speak
And I lean off the lean, lemme see
Bought another chain, now I got three
Sick of getting paid every other week
Had to take a leap
Smell the codeine every time I speak
Ain't nothing for free
So I spent a couple K on my jeans
Another 2K on my feet, now I got the heat
I was in a penthouse Playboy suite
With nobody but me, thumbing through the ink
I was getting packs in
Driving big body, beep when I back in
Leaning so I crashed it
Cup holder what the act in
And my bitch look like an actress
Three golds, that's a hattrick
Counting these presidents
Yeah I get checks like benefits
Trunk in the front, it's an elephant
And that bitch like my style, she loving it (She loving it)
Girl you already know how I be
Worried 'bout me
Gotta keep myself on my feet
I know why you're hard on me
'Cuz you see what I see
Man this shit way too deep
Cash in the counter, can't wait til it beep
Bought one thing, coulda bought three
Use no names whenever I speak
And I lean off the lean, lemme see
Bloodstains wherever I step
Running up the money 'til I lost my breath
Imma chase a bag, can't chase no bitch
Stick to myself, gotta mind my business
I just get high and I think about death
Look to the sky every time I stress
On the east smoking tree from the west
Can't get right then you 'gon get left
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Writer: Collin Innes
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