Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3 WAY, artist - Joey Trap. Album song STFU, in the genre Date of issue: 19.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Rich Squad
Song language: English
3 WAY |
| Joey, you killed this |
| Awwwwww yeahhhh, haha |
| Threeway (Trap) |
| Your bitch want a threeway (Uh-huh, a threeway?) |
| Yeah, uh, huh |
| I like my— yeah |
| I like my— yeah |
| I like my bitches ass too fat, it cannot fit up in her jeans |
| I like fucking from the back, cover her mouth, make that bitch scream |
| Got the Rollie flooded out, my diamonds bright just like a dream |
| I keep the Blicky covered up, I pull it out, you see the beam, ah |
| Always keep a chopper, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose |
| No, I didn’t stutter, f-f-f-fuck you (Bitch) |
| Bitches on my dick, kinda faded off mushrooms |
| I don’t give a fuck about the movie, I’ma cum soon (Bitch) |
| Ahaha, yeah |
| I need me a milli', roll another filly |
| Littest in the city, flow is always chilly |
| I stay with the reaper like I’m Mandy or I’m Billy (Yes, sir) |
| My bitch pussy fat, hit it from the back (Back) |
| Cannot fit her pants, Even from the Sax |
| Took your bitch shoppin', she gon' see my sidepiece |
| Now she finna top me, she know that I’m Papi |
| Never flowin' sloppy, niggas always copy |
| I been sipping Codeine, double cups, this isn’t coffee |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you know who should hop on this? |
| (Good morning, Tokyo) |
| I don’t get along with you niggas, no rap cap |
| Magic with a strap like a wizard and a backpack |
| Niggas tryna flex driving civics with a hatchback |
| Fuck boy, niggas duckin' smoke just like Aflac |
| Blastoise, shots in your back with that cannon |
| Bad choice, I’m fire type, you get damaged |
| Bad joints, we gon' pop out, make you panic |
| Asteroids, I’m simply not from this planet, uh |
| I’m seeing this shit with my mind’s eyes, uh |
| So I keep me a stick for that fah-fah, uh |
| You went awoken my mental, my haven |
| I’m grinding like pavement |
| This ain’t no muhfucking drive-by, yeah |
| This time, run up on your blindside (Bitch) |
| You say you talk on the internet |
| You see my silhouette behind you, hide, hide |
| I turn your boyfriend to a bitch |
| Boy, you get cursed |
| Just like a witch, I keep a stick, uh |
| Led on my lap like she tryna x-ray my dick |
| Ahem |
| Then she throw that fucking neck just like a lynch |
| Okay |