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3 Bad Bitches

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Lyrics

Twist my fingers out the window bitch this ain't a rental

All the gas in the truck far from expedition

Wanna fuck up on a nigga money counter flipping

All these thoughts up in my head girl don't lie to me

Flying like I'm Dipset the finger on the trigger

I ain't gon ask I ain't tell I ain't really listening

Last night was three bad bitches did the best that I can

You know I was well up on the road and then I got my advance

They gave the youngin thirty rounds he ain't want them around

Then he left up out of town he ain't staying around

Batta boom and Batta bing is all I'm hearing right now

See the Bentley right now

See the Tesla right now

I ain't frowning about a bitch

I got another right now

Got another right now

It's all gang in the driveway driveway

Fuck the opps I did it my way my way

I'm in the drop on the highway highway

I'm feeling drowsy on the lean you know this world is yours

Everything I ever dreamed now I got it here

I know the ceiling ain't that high it ain't that high for me

I did it all just in some nike's and a white tee

Aye like damn I think they like me