3 Cell Phones lyrics

[Chorus]
Ferrari topless, I ain't with my topic
Walk to the valet, hop in the c*ckpit
I'm with a goddess, her pus*y awesome
I can't wife her, I feel awful

[Verse 1]
Woo (DY Krazy)
Haha (Freeband Gang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just pop pills n*gga, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I popped a pill, I feel so amazing
I flex my skills, I was hittin' days in
I took a trip, birdies goin' crazy (Yeah)
I make some mills, I know they gon' hate it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving in a transformer, don't go in the air
Smashin' redbones, she so pretty, I hit her ba're
3 cellphones, I got b*tches everywherе
I don't ever take thе local pus*y nowhere (No)
Miscarriage, filled up carriage (Yeah, yeah)
Twelve karats, lookin' like you married
She ain't average, I told her she a bad b*tch (Bad b*tch)
Live lavish, take off your salary
Choppa, card b*tch, that's for damn sure
Love the f*ckin' top sh*t, that's for damn sure (Woo)
Two chicks swap spit, that's for damn sure
Make her leg lock when I hit, that's for damn sure
Spacey cadette, I'm that baby's daddy
Went Italian on 'em, make your crash your Chevy (Crash your Chevy, yeah)
Cuban link, linked up, flawless baguettes
f*cked her in her house, shoot her pus*y, soaked, with it
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus]
Ferrari topless, I ain't with my topic (Topic)
Walk to the valet, hop in the c*ckpit (c*ckpit)
I'm with a goddess, her pus*y awesome (Awesome)
I can't wife her, I feel awful

[Verse 2]
Yellow, gold, presidential, Cartier watch
Drivin' in a Bentley, continentially doin' knots, yeah
Ching chong, trap, I got spots in Mexico
Ching chong, trap, I got spots in Mexico
Come through zoomin' in a Robot, got my spot hot
Yeah, I'ma stack the bread high, til' it dry rot
Yeah, I done walked through hell, I'm a fly guy
Yeah, I just want a f*cking pay her, her pus*y that fly

[Refrain]
Choppa, car, b*tch, that's for damn sure
Love to f*ckin' talk sh*t, that's for damn sure (Woo)
Two chicks swap spit, that's for damn sure
Make her legs lock when I hit, that's for damn sure
I popped a pill, I feel so amazing
I flexed my scale, I was at the Days Inn
I took a trip, birdies goin' crazy (Yeah)
I make some mills, I know they gon' hate it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving in a transformer, doors go in the air
Smashin' a redbone, she so pretty, I hit her ba're
3 cell phones, I got b*tches everywhere
I don't never take the local pus*y nowhere (No)
[Outro]
Take the profile out, ya dig? Wrist cost 'bout a house, b*tch
Pink diamonds shining off the blick, floss, floss, floss, yeah
I just wanna be a boss, b*tch, I signed with the boss, b*tch
MAC 11, n*gga, boss, b*tch, petty boys on top