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big 3 atl - future, playboi carti & young thug lyrics

[intro: young thug]
s*x
big*booty b*tch, i know who paid for it, yeah (big*booty b*tch, i know who paid for it)
big*booty b*tch, i know who paid for it (big*booty b*tch, i know who paid for it)
rock the audemars piguet, you ain’t on no sad sh*t (rock the audemars piguet, rock the audemars piguet)
if you say your grace, i’ll get your ass fixed, yeah
diamonds, they jump out a rolls (rolls)
stay way too hot, want some froze (yeah)
when i’m rockin’ drug addict clothes, yeah, huh
peanut b*tter guts from the inside
we goin’ for a bite up to hibachis
molly came white like a mentos, mentos
i don’t do credit, i don’t do credit
shut up, b*tch, shine my necklace (shut up)
playin’ with the blocks like tetris (yeah)
over onе*fifty got my dentures (my denturеs)
are you tyin’ ties with all your women? (are you tyin’ ties with all your)
keep your dogs strapped down, they be reckless (yeah, yeah)
audemars bust down and it’s speckless (oh, yeah)
no complainin’ that they calling me the bestest (yeah)
presi’ cut, bust down bro necklace (bust down)
i ain’t tellin’ no reason to disguise it (woah)
i done seen it and turned my eyes (on god)
tell your main ho a thousand lies (hah)
told my main ho the truth, that’s on slime (on god)
i’m a leo, i got nine lives (huh)
bounty hunters when we come for your life (woo)
if you wan’ see me succeed (what?)
gotta tell me everything that i need (need)
malcolm x, told the guys how to read (and what?)
like it dirty, but i’m havin’ cheese (woo)
i got a b*tch in belize (i got a b*tch in belize)
might be pregnant and this ain’t a tease (might be pregnant and this ain’t a tease)
i was tellin’ my slime not to leave (i was tellin’ my slime not to leave)
too much money to be in the streets, yeah
[chorus: playboi carti]
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up, uh, uh
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up, uh, uh
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up, uh

[verse 1: future]
flip flop, drop*top, swap out, four*door rolls
pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah
big as a bronco, big*ass chopper, rings lightin’ up, woah, woah, woah
h*lla boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah
richard mille aquia, i’m flippin’ that tilapia
turn the temperature way up, they can’t get in the way of us
private invitational, but everyone is safe to come
gotta make my haters mad, give ’em somethin’ to talk about
take a b*tch from south of france, push her back to waffle house
murder on the case, i had to spazz, f*ck her doggystyle
i don’t know how to be a normal n*gga, one thing i forgot
i got blood then on the floor, but now i ball like basketball (burr)

[chorus: playboi carti]
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up, uh, uh
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up, uh, uh
upside*down cross tat’ on my neck, shut ’em up, uh
[verse 2: young thug]
abracadabra, my b*tch way badder, my wrist out the motherf*ckin’ batter (slatt)
fish parquet i snuck on the face, green diamonds, i f*cked up my bladder (yeah)
motherf*ck a trend, i been with my kids in the spot ’cause family matter (on god)
everything else you speakin’ about might get your ass whooped like a paddle (slatt)
yeah, yeah, fishscale (yeah), no scale, weigh it up (weigh it up)
i spent twenty mil’ (what?) on a crib, pay it up (pay it up)
in dubai but the b*tch from israel
call my phone, you fine as h*ll
in designer but i will k!ll
you done speaked to informants, i can tell
yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah (yeah)
my b*tch wrist clean
i flex, don’t bend, i am the king (the king)
hundred bands can clean up the scene (on god)
had your wife and you thought it was a dream
n*gga kicked through that door with the bling
i took off in a foreign machine (s*x)

[verse 3: playboi carti]
the bentley’s parked outside
my vibe tryna go for a ride
i put vetements right on her thighs
i put the mask on ’cause i be fried
all red, i stay with the fives
all red, we pull up and fire
all red, somebody dyin’
all red, i pour up then drive
we done pushed up with the sigs
just like madden, you can get blitzed
i used to rock badges, then i got rich
this is a thot, she can’t be my b*tch, yeah
this is a thot, she can’t be my b*tch, yeah
i come to your spot, we spray out that b*tch
i come to your spot, we spray out that b*tch
i come to your spot and i take that sh*t, hol’ up, uh

- future playboi carti young thug lyrics

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