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3Sum
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Hip-Hop/Rap
3Sum fue publicado el 19 de mayo de 2019 por L.O.M como parte del álbum Multiple Hustles, Vol. 2
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Fecha de lanzamiento19 de mayo de 2019
SelloL.O.M
LanguageEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM92

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LOM Rudy
LOM Rudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pierre Johnson
Pierre Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P-Gutta Tha Hustla
P-Gutta Tha Hustla
Producer

Letras

One night, two bitches, Motor City, two with it
I was too crispy, and we had a three-step
One night, two bitches, Motor City, two with it
I got 'em two-tifting
(This shit happened in real life, in real life)
And we had a three-step
One of the L-O-M **** and they sure got 'em
Got 'em in that presidential when I showed Pop 'em (you know it)
Had 'em off that Dom P, they was sure bought it (bought it)
Had a hunnid hunnids on me, it was all profit (ten)
Louis Sculley, Louis belt, Louis low tops (so top, yeah)
Feeling good, I just ran through a whole block (I be)
Plus, I'm still getting cheese off my blow spot
I don't give a fuck what I'm doing, bet you can come shop (get in my line, ****)
I'm a cocky-ass **** with two slappin' phones
Ain't gotta walk up on them hoes, they gon' come get on
I got them thangs for the low, ****, come get on (get on, yeah)
And I might throw it on you if you don't take too long (yeah)
We was low to the earth, bitch, now we on the map (you hear me?)
We get attention from them hoes who don't follow back (I swear to God)
It was that night she text my phone like she feeling horny
Like I wanna try something new 'cause her **** getting boring
It was that one night (it was that one night) with two bitches
At Motor City, they was too wit' it
Louis V, everything, I was too crispy
They got to kissing on each other and we had a threesome
It was that one night (one night) with two bitches
At Motor City, they was too wit' it
Dom P was on me, I got 'em two tipsy
They got to kissing on each other and we had a threesome
Rocked in Motor City and I'm smelling like Leary (wow)
Two badass bitches and I swear they can share me
Sipping on Dom Piri, I'm selling Mariah Carey (white girl)
Natural born hustler, ain't shit you can tell me (tell me)
You know, bitch, got a Kim K body
Crispy black ****, he sell Kane probably (yeah, I do)
Packs of the dog food, got my frames icy
See you hatin', you a hater, but your man ain't like me (he ain't like me)
Get you **** offed if you keep talking
High as hell, spilling lean on my pink Dolphin
Keep flossing so they wanna get freaky, baby
'Bout to make a porno like Pinky, baby
And to work, I stretch it like a slinky, baby
And make it disappear, just call me Genie, baby (it's off)
Hard work, but I make it look easy, baby
Cookie Blunts, activist, yeah, it had me lazy
On that one night (one night)
With two bitches
At Motor City, they was too wit' it
Louis V, everything, I was too crispy
They got to kissing on each other and we had a threesome
It was that one night (oh, you know this what I do)
With two bitches
At Motor City, they was too wit' it
Dom P was on me, I got 'em too tipsy
They got to kissing on each other and we had a threesome
(We had a threesome, you know what's up)
I'm the Trio King, you know I'm 'bout to throw 'em down (down through there)
Like Kane, it's enough for me to go around (uh-huh)
Prozoff girl doing backflips and thrash trips (yup)
Super Benz 'round, so it's twenty on your back, bitch (damn)
Get the gabs, I'll just get 'em with one line (that's all it takes)
Come on, baby, we just doing this shit one time (one night only)
That's all it takes, and you know them hoes too down (too down)
Ten on me and that's only off two pounds (damn, damn)
Oh, that's your best friend? She wanna see us fuck (she want what?)
With your own margaritas, couple blunts, now it's three of us (three of us)
I'm from the back, why she eat her looking at the C-Notes? (That's the truth)
My gold rappers damn near gone, I need like three more (damn)
My favorite number three, you know I pop them hoes off (I love three)
Not just the bitches, I forgot that's what them balls called (good)
But don't say shit, just keep it in the past (okay, say it)
'Cause if my bitch find out, she gon' kill our freaky ass (uh)
It was that one night (one night) with two bitches
At Motor City, they was too wit' it
Louis D, everything, y'all was too crispy
They got to kissin' on each other and we had a threesome
It was that one night (one night) with two bitches
At Motor City, they was too wit' it
Dom P was on me, I got 'em too tipsy
They got to kissin' on each other and we had a threesome
It was that one night (one night)
Written by: Pierre Johnson
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