Correction Paroles 3Hunna (MegaMix) par 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)

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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