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jae crowder - 3rd ave. (ny) lyrics

[chorus: typeoh]
what you need, what you want
what you need, what you want
i got molly, i got e b*tch
what you need, b*tch i got

use your knees, make it drop
make it lean, make it pop
with yo body
you cannot be shown no reason to stop

what you need, what you want
what you need, what you want
i got molly, i got e b*tch
what you need, b*tch i got

use your knees, make it drop
make it lean, make it pop
with yo body
you cannot be shown no reason to stop

[verse 1: thai thai]
fendi my, fendi my, fendi my bag
i cop new piece never check no tag
and i know my old b*tch lookin mad
when i hop in the brand new jag, i laugh
brand new b*tches, brand new hit list
brand new jeans, these brand new britches
shawty wanna f*ck with the band musician
all my opps six feet, mortician

i did it, i did it, i did it
they said that they with it
these b*tches ain’t with it

i’m f*ckin, i’m f*ckin these b*tches
i pull out my bands and these hoes get to strippin
i pull out my stick make that boy do the runnin man
face to face, i never needed no middleman
who you thinkin out here pushin the contraband
fly in the p*ssy, man of steel, i’m superman

[chorus: typeoh]
what you need, what you want
what you need, what you want
i got molly, i got e b*tch
what you need, b*tch i got

use your knees, make it drop
make it lean, make it pop
with yo body
you cannot be shown no reason to stop
[verse 2: jt atm]
i make her red like red paint
she blew me like blue paint
i pull up with the ritz
all up in her mouth like toothpaste

too sweet, give a motherf*cker toothache
lose two t**th if a motherf*cker too late
you wait on me b*tch, i don’t
pull up in the whip sippin on moscato
too much drip this fit cost a lot tho
act like you live twice b*tch, that’s the motto
too much ice, my wrist on gelato
white walled tires and the whip, el dorado

drop top, bench seats
big fins, text me
i can fit you in like, next week
wanna take me to the crib, aight yes please

[verse 3: typeoh]
my wrist they spin like bey blades
six nine your b*tch no trey way
mystical pen no jk
on top your sh*t like ray j
5 am and i’m off ampheta
mean lil b*tch in a hermès sweater
past 5 days i’ve been off that keta
me in yo sitch i’ma do that better
better, better
i’m a white snow seller
b*tch this ain’t costco never buy what hoes sell
but i got boxes to get rid of
if you tryna f*ck with me
make your girl make v’s
v for vendetta
and i’m making it rain in this b*tch, od
you ain’t got an umbrella

[chorus: typeoh]
what you need, what you want
what you need, what you want
i got molly, i got e b*tch
what you need, b*tch i got

use your knees, make it drop
make it lean, make it pop
with yo body
you cannot be shown no reason to stop

what you need, what you want
what you need, what you want
i got molly, i got e b*tch
what you need, b*tch i got

use your knees, make it drop
make it lean, make it pop
with yo body
you cannot be shown no reason to stop

- 3rd ave ny lyrics

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