3 Sum - DJ Scheme, Robb Bank$

Yo man, this a hit, big hit

Ayy Ben, this, this shit might be a hit right here

You know we thuggin', Broward County to the death, nigga

You already know, nigga, fuck that nigga

What?

What?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I like head, I like pussy

I like that mouth, but I don’t like kisses

I like threesomes and multiple bitches

I like Felisha, I like Jenny

I like ridin' that bitch like a pony

I like to get my hands dirty 'bout my doly

I know I make a bitch sick, let her suck me (Yeah)

Heard your wrist tickin' loud with that fake-ass Rollie, pussy

Whoa, whooped out a twelve inch, said that taste it like candy

Whoa, how the fuck you walk past me and you ain’t 'bow to me (Mwah)

Whoa, I get a lil' money and I can’t even talk to these pussies (Mwah)

Whoa, I see the nigga dead in the streets, I can’t say nothin', no

You gotta drip, don’t cuff that shit

You lovin' that thot, don’t cuff that bitch

I got yo' paycheck on my wrist

I could pay your tuition if I wave my hand

Got a bachelors degree, I’ma bachelor the bitch

In the dorm room at UCL

Feel like B2K, shit, I’ll never fear

I’m in my trap, baby, you know I ain’t miss

I got Marcus when I jump out of the car

Black man ride, pullin' up like, «Eugh»

Leather jacket, Margiela like Fuzzy

'Member when I was locked up in the County

Mama threw all my Perc’s down the toilet

An officer watchin', was lookin', he try to find me

So my lil' brother cry when we lost our granny

Ten BB I said when that nigga met mammy

I can’t talk to these niggas at all

If you fuck thirty, I’m tryna see a nigga ball

'Bout, 'bout, 'bout, 'bout, 'bout that vibe

Might expose the story, I ain’t watch it all

I done got tied to the Audi

A bitch got a Rolls Royce truck, B

Gave her Caribbean, hold that car

I like head, I like pussy

I like that mouth, but I don’t like kisses

I like threesomes and multiple bitches

I like Felisha, I like Jenny (Like, uh)

I like ridin' that bitch like a pony

I like to get my hands dirty 'bout my doly (Bitch)

I know I make a bitch sick, let her suck me

Heard your wrist tickin' loud with that fake-ass Rollie, pussy

Whoa, whooped out a twelve inch, said that taste it like candy, yeah

Whoa, how the fuck you walk past me and you ain’t bow to me (Mwah)

Whoa, I get a lil' money and I can’t even talk to these pussies, yeah (Mwah)

Whoa, I see the nigga dead in the streets, I can’t say nothin', no (Yeah)