3hi – mehico lyrics
[intro: trap & red+b]
¡chupar mi verga!
3hi, 3!
three!
[chorus: trap]
i’m ‘bout to take a trip to mehico (woooo!)
i catch a flight, and they like there he go (go, go)
hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo
smoking on that loud, so you know i ain’t stressing, no
(no, no, no)
i’m ‘bout to take a trip to mehico (woo!)
i catch a flight, and they like there he go
hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo (yeah)
smoking on that loud, so you know i ain’t stressing, no
(no)
[verse 1: red+b]
got my passport in my bag, we about to chase a bag
yeah i get it, you’re a gimmick
b+tch i’m headed for the stash
got the guala in my pocket and i’m finna do the dash
i’m fuego, ask diego
i already swiped up all the cash
(yeah)
no swipin’ no swipin’, i’ve been pipin’ yo wife
and she talk to me about finding exotic places with lighting
so she can take some snapchats (facts)
so i wrote back
told her that we could fly to cancun and kick back
but i’m here now, she ain’t
oh boy, what a shame
you’s a lame, if you thought i’d spend a dolla on some brain
need some strain, heard this sh+t you smoke doesn’t feel the same
i’m in cancun for the night, then i’m flying to la
there’s a party everyday, who got the yayo?
let me say, i got amigos who will pay you very nicely for the grain
andale, i need it now
another flight, i’m bout to bounce
they call me pablo escobar, the way i transport this sh+t out
(¡chupar mi verga!)
[chorus: trap]
i’m ‘bout to take a trip to mehico (woooo!)
i catch a flight, and they like there he go (go, go)
hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo
smoking on that loud, so you know i ain’t stressing, no
(no, no, no)
i’m ‘bout to take a trip to mehico (woo!)
i catch a flight, and they like there he go
hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo (yeah)
smoking on that loud, so you know i ain’t stressing, no
(no)
[verse 3: young ray]
run up you might get one up
selling out packs till the m+th+f+ckin’ sun up
you got poles, i got poles, you need to learn to play your role
selling out packs, i’ma keep mine zipped
if she ain’t bad, i don’t leave no tip
spittin’ that magic, making them hits
you pulling sh+t well, that’s off of the hip
drip, drip, drip
diamonds they dancing right off of the rip
whole crew chillin’ so we just might sip
mexico calling we taking a trip
diamonds they blue, i ain’t talking no crip
plug called up and his diamonds sick
getting that bag, get smoke like spliffs
y’all gon’ talk, i’ma talk my sh+t
hey, hey, hey
grammy said talk my sh+t
yo b+tch got nut on her lip, still she ain’t ever gon’ spit
i don’t really need no clip, spraying that fire right off of the top
yo b+tch on fire, i’m hosing her off
then i’m just taking her back to the shop
whole ‘nother level i gotta unlock
[chorus: trap]
i’m ‘bout to take a trip to mehico (woooo!)
i catch a flight, and they like there he go (go, go)
hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo
smoking on that loud, so you know i ain’t stressing, no
(no, no, no)
i’m ‘bout to take a trip to mehico (woo!)
i catch a flight, and they like there he go
hundred dollar bills are way up on the dresser, yo (yeah)
smoking on that loud, so you know i ain’t stressing, no
(no)
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