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3hi - she in love lyrics

[chorus: birdo]
she said she in love with 3hi
so i made her my b+tch
met her at the afterparty, i’ma skeet on her lips
got my slimes comin’ up with me
we gon’ get filthy rich
throw that ass inside a mosh pit, so you know we get lit
(uh)

[verse 1: birdo]
sittin’ in the back of the trap, smoking doobies
gettin’ cross faded and i’m feeling kinda woozy
with a lil mama and i’m feelin’ up her b00bies
and i said something wrong, now she got a lil moody
i’ma go stay in my lane (uh)
check out my cartier frames (yeah)
we do not mess with no lames (nuh, uh)
me and coochie, we a+frame (yeah)
took that lil b+tch on a trip down to france
me and my homies, we fly to j+pan
we don’t take checks, we take it in advance
and yo b+tch i swear that she live in my pants
(no wait)

[verse 2: meader]
steppin’ out the lib with a bag and a blunt
lil shawty heard i get cash when i want
she ask about the 3, so i ask her to lunch
got my enemies, that’s just facts i’m a punk
grip tape underneath my jawns, then i’m gone (vroom!)
riding goofy, kickflip for your mom
i’ve been smoking boofy, straight out the bong
and my life like a movie, and i sing my own songs
i don’t sweat it, i applause
i’m a menace with the broads
i shred it down strafford, then i pull up like a god
toke turbo oregano, white with the k!lla flow
types i ain’t heard of those
tight how i gotta i roll
why you hit your dance on a night like this? (why?)
don’t talk what i get till you know what i give
don’t talk your sh+t till you know what you hearing
p+ssy, piffs, and perseverance
doing me then disappearing
(boy)

[verse 3: yung ray]
she back it up cuz she all bout the business
f+cked on the table, we ain’t got a witness
work out on me cuz she good with the fitness
sucking on d+ck, get red from her lipstick
so much gas i don’t ever need a dipstick
smoke going up, need the crib fumigated
three b+tches on me, you know they related
one off a xanny, the other two wasted
i brought out the b+tter, lil shawty get basted
lighting that blunt, i just needed to face it
just started smoking, but she getting naked
cuz she say she real, but i know she be faking

[verse 4: red b]
i got this game in some vice grips
come if you nice with
my pencils machetes, i’ll cut it up so you can bite it
hi b+tch, bought her some flowers but she be trifling (ah!)
f+ck it i’ma stick to myself, and make a fly kid a flight risk
flying by b+tch, i am the pilot like isis (boom, boom, boom!)
i bomb on you rappers
it’s suicide if you fight this
body you f+ckers you stupid childish, i’m like this
cuz these cold streets are not the nicest
i’m psychic, seen it from some miles away (nuh, uh)
loud and strange, buddy you and i are not the same
thoughts deranged, i write them lyrics that can cloud your brain
and yes i got my bars up
can you hold the weight?

[verse 5: coochie]
pull up to the spot, b+tch i’m lost in my thoughts
came here to party but i’m already crossed
open my door and i wave to some thots
got one on my mind, i’ma put her on lock
cooking up greens like i’m betty croc
wolf of wall street, i’m checking my stocks
smoking on reefer, no i don’t cough
if i mention 3hi her panties gon’ drop
(but)
this one got me tripping
i’ve been racking my brain just to settle the differences
do not get it twisted
she got on her knees cuz she say she a christian
this sh+t ain’t dismissive
the way that i spoil, she must think it’s christmas
she down for commitment
you coming with me, just know sky is the limit

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