CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 3 Deep
(Verse, Jeice)
I be Rollin 3 deep
When I’m out here in these streets
I been Coolin on that treesh
I been locked up hearing beats
I got 25 hoes & they bustin it on the sheets
Can’t never do no wrong I’m tryna find my inner peace
They see what I got on not the soul that’s underneath
These n***as on the internet be beefin bout a tweet
Get in the stu make a hit then get out & repeat
My n***as coming out with heat if you after me
-
(Versе, Richy Rich)
Shoutout to RockTee
About to hit a 3 peat
Man I’m really balling out
Like my namе Miami Heat
No Steph Curry
But ima still shoot a point 3
Yeah I know
They still mad
Bc they can’t stop me
S/O to MP
We smoking up the mowt
All these other rappers want the smoke
But guess what
They a joke
Man they lying
They bluffing on they songs
Cuz we know they can’t comprehend
That’s why they pretend
Baby girl
We can’t get along
Bc she a hoe for the streets
But she a freak in the sheets
Believe me by all means
Me and Jeice
We about to make it into the music industry
If we killed your favorite rapper then that’s just a mystery
Leave them in the past
Yeah call it history
Índigo red
I be making all my bread
I be investing all my money
Watch me get it how I can
Man these rappers all soft like the gingerbread man
All these b*t*hes all the same
Just like these iPhones
But I’m always in my zone
Watch me dunk on them like my name is Miles Bridges
Only difference is, that I’m not beating up no b*t*hes
Richy Rich Dawg
I be Rollin 3 deep
When I’m out here in these streets
I been Coolin on that treesh
I been locked up hearing beats
I got 25 hoes & they bustin it on the sheets
Can’t never do no wrong I’m tryna find my inner peace
They see what I got on not the soul that’s underneath
These n***as on the internet be beefin bout a tweet
Get in the stu make a hit then get out & repeat
My n***as coming out with heat if you after me
-
(Versе, Richy Rich)
Shoutout to RockTee
About to hit a 3 peat
Man I’m really balling out
Like my namе Miami Heat
No Steph Curry
But ima still shoot a point 3
Yeah I know
They still mad
Bc they can’t stop me
S/O to MP
We smoking up the mowt
All these other rappers want the smoke
But guess what
They a joke
Man they lying
They bluffing on they songs
Cuz we know they can’t comprehend
That’s why they pretend
Baby girl
We can’t get along
Bc she a hoe for the streets
But she a freak in the sheets
Believe me by all means
Me and Jeice
We about to make it into the music industry
If we killed your favorite rapper then that’s just a mystery
Leave them in the past
Yeah call it history
Índigo red
I be making all my bread
I be investing all my money
Watch me get it how I can
Man these rappers all soft like the gingerbread man
All these b*t*hes all the same
Just like these iPhones
But I’m always in my zone
Watch me dunk on them like my name is Miles Bridges
Only difference is, that I’m not beating up no b*t*hes
Richy Rich Dawg
