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3hi - intro lyrics

[intro: birdo]
ooooooo (uh)
ayy hold up, hold up, hold up
(what the f+ck?)
hold up, lemme get my snapchat real quick, yeah
(uh)

[verse 1: birdo]
(haha)
lil b+tch she drop it hot
she gon’ pull up to the spot
and she give the whole crew top
silly thot on insta
they request my finsta (who?)
she eatin’ good for dinna (f+ck that b+tch!)
she from the streets, she’s inner
i’m in her (wait, what?)
first off, thought this was throw away (what the f+ck?)
i need me to go away
b+tch this ain’t no yogurt, this that yoplait (f+ck that yogurt)
olay, olay, olay, olay
smoking guacamole (green!)
had to kick her out
cuz she overstayed

[verse 2: meader]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i beat the block out
party with my c+ck out
i’m tryna blackout
welcome to the trap house
all my dogs loud
who brought the rats out?
we light a spirit, drop a lyric, then we f+cking pass out

[verse 3: trap]
m+th+f+ckas try to tell me that i’m wrong (wrong)
so i’m gon’ prove that i’m right (right?)
i’ll keep making these songs (songs)
you’ll keep playing them right?
yeah, you are pushing my b+ttons i’m feeling a way
push me through trauma i’m floating away
still i’m not having it any which way
and i’m speaking for free because nothing worth pay
yeah, i got something to say
don’t you dare get in my way
teacher told me 3rd grade that one day i’d be something so great
yeah, sh+t i guess it’s my fate
never knew what this life was gon’ take
ain’t no restraint
head to the bank
what do you think?
deposits on +posits on +posits
i’m positively amazing
see my blessings everyday man
i can’t escape the big game plan
i guess it’s all okay then

[chorus: birdo]
sippin’, pourin’
i think i need more in
my cup
sippin’ liquor
drinkin’ till the mornin’ (gimme some more)
throwin’ up
bent down (ayy, gimme some)
i think i need more in (i need some)
gettin’ really sick
i can feel it in my core and (i need some more, ouch)
sippin’, pourin’
i think i need more in
my cup
sippin’ liquor
drinkin’ till the mornin’ (bloah, bloah, bloah, bloah)
throwin’ up
bent down (who?)
i think i need more in
gettin’ really sick (f+ck that b+tch!)
i can feel it in my core and (gimme some more)

[outro: meader]
so high i can’t see
mouth so dry i can’t speak
acid on my tongue, tryna find somebody else to be

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