| My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
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| Got them bitches wanting to fuck, got them haters tryna' fuck with me
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| Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance
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| Consistent with this shit, I get a little bit more meticulous
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| Descriptive when I spit that shit
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| Nigga we really live in this Jet
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| It’s not fictitious, ask your bitch cause she’s been in it
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| Impressed with how I’m dressed, and this ain’t shit bae I’m just chilling
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| I’m never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
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| Asking who designed my sweats, examine me like I’m a exhibit
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| If I grew it how’d I do it, how much was it, where’d I get it
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| It’s sickening but I’m not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em
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| Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds
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| All my cars got leather and wood
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| All my hoes is nine’s and dimes
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| All my clothes, they smell like good
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| All my days, I’m gon' be high
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| All my nights I’m looking for the best time I can find
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| Sleeping when it’s over, even though a Lifer will never die
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| My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
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| Juicy J pimp shit hard on a bitch
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| Talk the draw’s off a bitch
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| Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes let 'em slob on my dick
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| Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I’m paid
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| Rich nigga shit, I bet your bitch give me head on stage
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| Maybach outside, still getting head while I drive
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| Nigga so high, if I fall off I’m sill gon' land in the sky
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| Got lean in my cup, a room full of sluts, they all gon' fuck
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| A girl named Holly, gone on the molly
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| She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts
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| Curren$y the Hot Spitta, Juicy J
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| Double cup full of that UGK
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| Bitch I shine like a U.V. |
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| And I get head like a new toupee
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| Scared money don’t make no money
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| I make your ho open my door for me
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| I copped the Phantom, all black
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| I’m in the back with a snow bunny
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| Ferrari faster than the roadrunner
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| I bought that bitch with my show money
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| Damn right nigga, I paid cash
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| Yeah ho, I don’t owe nothing
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| I’m feeling like Superman, I’m smoking on Kryptonite
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| I’m living that trippy life
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| Damn right nigga, we don’t miss a night |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Three 60 (feat. Juicy J) , by - Curren$y. Song from the album New Jet City, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп