cheifin - 3-60 lyrics
hoo
3*60
412
what up
ayy
we gonna do it like this
no pen no pad no iphone
no none of that n*gga
let’s get it
ayy
cinderella wanna sip the formula
she be tripping she ain’t know i got her though
ducati won’t catch me on a scooter
got my shorty coming through
and they ain’t know she was shooter
n*ggas got a problem cause i got in
tried to slam the door shut
before i could slide in
ten and a half what i’ma do with a size 10
we can’t do no business you want less than 10
no sports center when i say we just espn
eyes seeing paper numbers never end
moment n*ggas cross me when them feeling end
never get a chance to get that close again
f*cked up with my ex but i can still hit it
her new n*gga gone have to deal with it
luckily i don’t wanna netflix and chill with it
i just want me a stack so i can peal digits
full course meal no crumbs
thank god i’m eating
everybody got they purpose
and my son is one
keep saying change gone come
i don’t believe em
you’ll be lurking around them serpents
y’all n*ggas probably one
bunch of fake n*ggas
that’s why i never hung with em
fake n*ggas each and everyone of em
ducati won’t catch me on a scooter
got my shorty coming through
and they ain’t know she was a shooter
it look like i been chiefin
it look like i’ve been chiefin
it look like i’ve been chiefin
it look like i’ve been chiefin
eyes low lower than a motherf*cker
pre*rolls got me higher than a motherf*cker
ducati won’t catch me on a scooter
got my shorty coming through
and i know she was a shooter
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