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Three
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Three» вышел в 20 октября 2017 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Epic/300/Atlantic Recording Corporation»)SUPER SLIMEY
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Дата релиза20 октября 2017 г.
ЛейблEpic/300/Atlantic Recording Corporation
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM84

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Future
Future
Вокал
Young Thug
Young Thug
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Автор песен
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Автор песен
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Southside
Southside
Продюсер
Dy
Dy
Продюсер
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Инженер
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Миксинг-инженер
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Ассистент инженера
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Ассистент инженера
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

[Verse 1]
Peter Piper Pepper, I never kept her
Peter Piper Pepper, we never kept 'em
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dog's dope came in on the same boat
Whippin' that same dough, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto
Yeah, caught my first body out in Bentley coupe
Yeah, ten real murders from my Migos
Yeah, rock the cuban link down to my knees, yeah, yeah
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
Trippin' 'em up like I'm refereeing with these gators
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable
I mix some Act' with some yellow 'Tuss like a Laker
Three shot 'em like a motherfuckin' Pacer
Never lose like I'm motherfuckin' McGregor
Inside, the whips come red like ketchup
Count this money up with glasses like nizz-erd
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter
[Verse 4]
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin, never win
Chrome heart lens help me sin
Hit 'em in his back, South Central
Made a lotta M's right from sinnin'
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp, that's
[Verse 5]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bump a beat in my Bentley with the wing, yeah
I let my kids fly private, I'm Supreme, yeah
Real killer, movin' silent, takin' that clean batch
I want the one with the real hair
I'm out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I'm out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I'm a gorilla, ape ****, aye, ape
Ain't satisfied till all you **** in yellow tape, hey
Girl, these ****, they ain't loyal, they been chillin' with the opps
Your boy gave me that 450 Spyder straight from out the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, I don't fuck with her or with no cop
Check on Google, I'm out my noodles
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Aye, my bitch a bad bitch
So I'll turn her to a recruiter
I'm a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shorty got real sassy, yeah
When I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today, she never gon' go back average
So much Chanel, I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these bails as pillows, sleepin' on floors
Original BMG ****, yeah, the feds know
I'm the richest **** came from Lil' Mexico
[Verse 6]
If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I'm a pimp
Chrome heart so I could see the haters, I can see 'em
Gotta keep ten mil stashed under my hoe bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
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