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koshir - 3 long days lyrics

-i know-

hook: koshir and -mr. blacc-

see i been up three long days -(days, days, often heaven is my way)-
poppin’ sh-t to ease the pain -(pain, pain, it’s been a couple lovely days)-
i know -(i know)-
and that’s just the way things go -(things go)-
gettin’ money just to f-ck off the dough -(dough)-
you know -(you know)-
that’s just the way it goes -(goes, goes)-

verse 1: koshir

look baby, i been gettin’ f-cked up (woahhhh!)
trynna put my garbage in your dump truck (eww!)
can a n-gga get enough sl-t?
hit the koshi with the kush kush, dumb c-nt
so silly, off for a pillies
one bottle down, and we oh so illy
from the hood to the ‘burbs, man they all gon feel me
it is i, mr. run up in your mom’s purse
tell her come and watch me at the concert
then we can hit the tellie, bring the bong snore
all i wanna do is fly away, bro
but bad hoes got me occupied with great toes
this the life, my nig
oxy’s got me itchin’ like some lice i dig
imma twice my trip
and f-ck with blacc and mack on this fly guy sh-t

(hook)

verse 2: alonzo mack

my love for baby, it’s been a couple lovely days
with these two hoes, i’ve been gettin’ lovely paid
i pop 3 pills, now they lookin’ lovely
h-lla high, we gon rollplay, f-ckin’ in the hallway
staircases, bathrooms, plus the kitchen sink
69, molly pod, beat it till her p-ssy pink
me and my friends, we do this every weekend
gettin’ high, f-ckin’ off the dough, that’s how we kick it
fat s-x-o-ween, vodka ‘trollin’ hennessey
i don’t f-ck with c0ke, but i’m quick to pop some ecstasy
some bad b-tches next to me, trynna put a hex in me
they hit me with a roofie, but they bringin’ out the best in me
nothin’ but hard d-ck, i’m on my p-rno star sh-t
beat it out the frame, paintin’ pictures like an artist
houses, no apartment, rugburns from the carpet
3 days later, and i’m still just gettin’ started, ya dig?

(hook)

verse 3: mr. blacc

i’m finna fly when the albums are slon
i stay high just to push time on
yeah, i’m all about my racks and my hustlin’ strong
3 days of servin’, got the same clothes on
i’m burnt out, cussin’, make it known that i’m wrong
smellin’ like a old joint rolled from cheech and chong
smokin’ like burnt chargin’ on this fire got me growin’
red bull in a thistle, and a bottle of petroleum
and i could do this sh-t all night long, till it’s on to breakfast
she cookin’ at home, and she know how to treat a hustler, i been rappin’ to home
see the game is in my vein, and better, deep in my bone
and mr. blacc stay active, keep my b-tch in the room
i’m from get it in blvd., i got money to fool
’bout to hit the mall, i got money to boo
grind all night just to f-ck off some moves, for both

(hook)

- koshir lyrics

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