Lyrics Bobby V – Triple Threat
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(Oooo) Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oooo) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
She the triple threat
Like Steph Curry shoot the three
You’re my real MVP
You’re my homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
She said she wanna ride out
She said she down with me through the grind (yeah)
She was there when I had nothing
Pick her up in the bucket, she won’t even buckin’
And now I’m in the big body
She got one too with the «B» on it
All that ice you be feelin’, let it shine
I know you wish you had a shorty like mine
Me and you baby
Ridin’ ’round town with the top down feelin’ like (oooo baby)
Straight from heaven, lucky number 7
Homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Like Steph Curry shoot the three
You’re my real MVP
You’re my homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Now you got yourself a rider
Never say stop trippin’ on you
‘Cause girl we stay on our P’s and Q’s
Baby you’re a goodess (you’re a goddess)
I’m just being honest (I’m just being honest)
But he ain’t tired
Now we sit back and enjoy the life
Me and you baby
Ridin’ ’round town with the top down feelin’ like (oooo baby)
Straight from heaven, lucky number 7
Homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Like Steph Curry shoot the three
You’re my real MVP
You’re my homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Me and you baby
Ridin’ ’round town with the top down feelin’ like (oooo baby)
Straight from heaven, lucky number 7
Homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
Like Steph Curry shoot the three
You’re my real MVP
You’re my homie, lover, friend
She the triple threat
