Issue No 142 3diddys Lyrics


3DIDDYS by Issue No. 142

Feat. Kris Kasanova & Smoke DZA

(Verse)
When I hit the track I do it runnin'
Neva been the type to hate a nigga get money
Shout my nigga Diddy, we did it like Diddy
Pinky pink ring, worth about 3Diddys
That's five digits, yo money own midgets
Y'all feel a ripe place, a nigga feelin' whipy
We might do 'em dirty, the money still dirty
Cause California baby turned to California Burbon
My patient twelve dealin', my soldiers turned to sinners
A soldier buy you dinna, nigga, you ain't get thickest
I'm just talkin' major, the flow I dutch spada
Carbon fiber, you will witness a red faced it
All my 19, I did all the alligators
Your rap is nothing new, since junior high had haters
I'm tryna have lenny travel like a trip in Vegas
So when the money coalize, ain't got the time to waste it
Went to jail, k, came back, went on a vacation
Came back, got stabbed, went out on probation
3 a.m., I'm in the club, lookin' for them dancers
You think I carve yay, know that Sway got the answers
Dutch boy, badabada, hoes tired of rhymin'
We can smell a coward, fake shit, we don't allow it
We just blowin' dope, an overdose will sour powder us
On my way to Bobby's, don't forget the arrrr peanuts

(Hook)
They love me in my city x5

(Verse)
I put my key, you put yo key in
Paper we be seein', whipster's European
Since a yungin' I've been dreaming of her
Back to back bein', doves as I'm chief
And I'm gettin' my back rubbed in a tub by the sellz, ha?
My hub man, they love me like Raymond
Curious shit that I be sayn bout the shit that I'm slangin'
They keep up sloths, I spit dope, they sell dope
I give 'em coups, they give you lies, we both give ya hope
Head above water, tryna stay afloat
She look me in my eyes and put me in a throne
Shit was so good, she cut the holy jokes
Money on my mind, it's time to adios
I had dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch
Now they all sing while they on my dick
I'm on some notorious shit, looking out the window
Like we supposed to be rich

(Hook)
They love me in my city x5

(Verse)
16 bars, worth about 3Diddys
Niggas pop shit, but they ain't poppin' out the city
Kush guard, my man really fuckin' cool committee
Bitches goin' crazy, suck a nigga silly
I got no legs, they call me to the O'Head
Etch should get no bread, nigga,
Ball out, flow seeds at the guard
Know we all about drunk and fashion week
Trip a model
Fresh off tour, nigga, back to the track
Check on the operation and I came thru to collect
You frontin', palyn yo self like shit
Cut the shit, cut the check, a'ight?

(Hook)
They love me in my city x5

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