Текст Don Trip – Threeway
Текст:
Don Trip:
Yeah, I never really learned how to give up
Money on the line so we gotta pick up
H-K double hockey sticks
Momma out pawning her rings and shit
She just tryna fill our Christmas list
How ungrateful, all her labor
And we upset about what we didn’t get, damn
Well, hindsight 20-20 as much as my name comes outside your mouth
Shit, Trip should have been a dentist
I been broke but it’s been a minute
I oughta be penny pinching
But fact is I never had shit Inglorious bastard like Brad Pitt
No privacy, that sucks for me
Please no pictures at Chuck E Cheese
I got four babies I’m tryna keep an eye on them all
But there’s only one of me
No such thing as a bad day
I’m on this side of the prison fences
Got some homeboys less fortunate
So I never miss it if they ever hit me on threeway
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
I answer every call every time any time
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
If they hit me on threeway
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
I answer every call every time any time
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
Pif:
And tell them keep it on replay
Since I shut down bank page
I got your bitch selling pussy on Ebay
Mixtape on the way new me new wave
And I’ll dig a grave before I ever be a slave
The more money made the more they threw shade
You ain’t part of the play then you just in the way
I ain’t give a nigga leeway
I’m all gas on the freeway, gone
Me, myself and I (just me)
My verse never three way
No rehearsal, no retake I ain’t sleep in three days
Free Fletch he just hit me on threeway
Plug on the line tryna flog me in three day
Know I’m bout that aka hand tag three As
Free Fletch
Don Trip:
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
I answer every call every time any time
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
If they hit me on threeway
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
I answer every call every time any time
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
Never paid a visit to the white house
I got the secret service at my house
You’ll never understand my lifestyle
But you try to ride my wave get wiped out
Fuck you mean? Handguns and sub machines
And I’m so deep in this wide-eyed
Probably should have jumped in the Submarine
Momma used to tell us don’t touch a thing
We ain’t got no money motherfucker we broke
I wish a nigga would say something
Nigga momma ain’t fronting get your ass whoop ‘side this store
No such thing as a bad day
I’m on this side of the prison fences
Got some homeboys less fortunate
So I never miss it if they ever hit me on threeway
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
I answer every call every time any time
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
If they hit me on threeway
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
I answer every call every time any time
It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside
