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3Hunna (MegaMix)
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Rick Ross
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Young Chop on the beat Bank Account What’s haddenin, what’s haddenin What’s haddenin, what’s haddenin {Verse 1: Red Cafe} Look I don’t do no tough talk I strap up and my gun tall I only f**k with super freaks Tell them open wide then I bust off No brakes on that 2 door, slang blue magic, that’s too raw I holdin out that pimp c, y’all n***as acting like Rupar Real n***a off that Chief Keef and drilling all looking 3D Covered in all that YSL, and that LV and that GG Bad b*t*hes f**k my team, I get dirty money, and my ride clean My diamonds is clear though, middle finger all ya weirdos My b*t*hes, my b*t*hes, you know I love my b*t*hes My n***as got warrants, so we ain’t taking pictures You loving her, I’m f**king her Your connect be my customer n***a I ain’t no role model, I’m america’s top hustler I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But n***a I'm three hunna Click clack pow, now he running Don't be f**kin wit my youngins Them n***as be drumming They take ya ass down sh*t we need them bricks or something Keep this sh*t one hunna I keep this sh*t three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda A f**k n***a don't wanna be it (no) No, no, I like my b*t*h conceited (my b*t*h conceited) I'm Sosa, b*t*h Chief Keef, yeah (Sosa baby) My gun, don't make me beat it (bang bang) I'm cooling wit my young n***as (wit my young n***as) A lot of kush, a lot of guns n***a (a lot of guns n***a) You see you us you better run n***a (better run n***a) Bullets hot like the sun n***a (pow) She like Sosa, I'm a big fan (I'm a big fan) b*t*h I'm leaning like a kickstand (kickstand) I'm high, I'm smoking ganja (smoking ganja) f**k a Tooka gang b*t*h, I'm 3hunna (bang bang bang) I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But n***a I'm three hunna Click clack pow, now he running Don't be f**kin wit my youngins Them n***as be drumming They take ya ass down sh*t we need them bricks or something Keep this sh*t one hunna I keep this sh*t three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag (oh) We bout that all black so miss me with yo battle raps (n***a) Driving a Bentley through the battle field (huh) Got more money than my haters, how them n***as feel? (whoo) Slide when you rep that other side I swear to god its like my.45 just come to life Gamble in Vegas, I know the Maloofs (huh) They took him for questions, he told them the truth (no) Duck taping your clique, so show me the loot I'm smoking the sh*t my n***a be growing for Snoop (huh) We got the hood locked worth a 100 mill Need 250 more, Double M this sh*t for real I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But n***a I'm three hunna Click clack, pow, now he running Don't be f**king with my youngins Them n***as be drumming They take your ass down, sh*t, we need them bricks or something Keep this sh*t one hunna I keep this sh*t three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda GBE b*t*h I'm a big dog Kill y'all then forget yall I feel like popping red dogs Big guns that knock ya head off Three hunna b*t*h six hunna O'block and Young Money OTF b*t*h honor We bring them guns out and tell they ass to run up I make the f**king floor shake f**k my birthday, b*t*h, I need more cake I'm Sosa, b*t*h, I'm gettin it We smoke doink’s b*t*h, yall be smokin midget I'm cooling wit' my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But, n***a, I'm three hunna Click-clack, pow, now he runnin' Don't be f**king wit' my youngins Them n***as be drumming They take ya ass down, sh*t, we need them bricks or something Keep this sh*t one hunna I keep this sh*t three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda A f**k n***a don't want that gunplay Set him up, have him dead by Monday Kush blunts in the ashtray We gettin' cash and we get that sh*t the fast way I keep that sh*t 3Hunna (3Hunna) SOD and Yung Munna (Yung Munna) A f**k n***a don't wanna try me (Bang) I'm on the highway, twenty pounds of irene (Bang, bang, bang) She like Soulja Boy, ya icy (Ya icy) Standing in the club in my white tee (In my white tee) A f**k n***a don't wanna fight me (Nah) I'll grab that AK and aim it at his mouthpiece (Bang, bang, bang, bang) I'm cooling wit' my youngins (I'm cooling wit' my youngins) And what we smoke one hunna (And what we smoke one hunna) But, n***a, I'm 3Hunna (But, n***a, I'm 3Hunna) Click-clack, pow, now he runnin' (Click-clack, pow, now he runnin') Don't be f**king wit' my youngins (Don't be f**king wit' my youngins) Them n***as be drumming (Them n***as be drumming) They take ya ass down, sh*t, we need them bricks or something (We need them bricks or something) Keep this sh*t one hunna (That sh*t one hunna) I keep this sh*t three hunna (I keep this sh*t three hunna) I pull up in that Audi (I pull up in that Audi) You pull up in that Honda
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