Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uno Dos Tres, artist - QUE.. Album song ¿QUE FRESCO!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Miguel Fresco
Song language: English
Uno Dos Tres |
| In some house shoes and some sweats |
| Extra ones for the strippers |
| Watch me throw em' on her flesh |
| Nigga I’m a pimp |
| I’ve got hoes like Johnny Depp |
| On the count of three |
| Watch me take off like a jet, like |
| Uno, dos, tres |
| Uno, dos, tres |
| Uno, dos, tres |
| Uno, dos, tres |
| Nigga I’m a pimp |
| I’ve got hoes like johnny depp |
| Ain’t no need to take my pic |
| Like uno, dos, tres |
| (Aye) Pull up in that Fisker |
| Drop the top like Rossy Reynolds |
| I’ve got bad bitches with me |
| Popping molly like they’re skittles |
| Extra ones for the strippers |
| Watch me throw em' on her knickers |
| Word on the street, you’re a rat like Stuart Little |
| Rich nigga pull up in some Debo house shoes and some sweats |
| Black tee, bank roll |
| And some new designer specs |
| These Cavalli young nigga |
| Ain’t no motherfucking Guess |
| Nigga i’m a pimp, I’ve got hoes like Johnny Depp |
| On the count of three |
| Watch your bitch leave here with me |
| Half a bird for a feature |
| Want a verse? |
| Pay the fee |
| You ain’t getting money, lil' nigga, don’t you even speak |
| Young nigga, old money in a new 2K14 |
| Extra ones for the strippers |
| Watch me throw em' on her coochie |
| These is Louis, young nigga |
| Ain’t no motherfuckin' Coogi |
| Aw, maynes a’int the same |
| Prices, country-ass Trueys |
| In a Mulsanne, switchin' lanes |
| Whippin it like a Dually |
| This a foreign, not a Honda |
| In your club, with some contraband (drugs!) |
| All my niggas rich, take the money, make a fan |
| Far from broke, fuck is you sayin' |
| Pull up like the Ku Klux Klan |
| Momma said I’m looking sleepy |
| That’s cus I’ve been popping Xans |
| Young nigga running with a bankroll |
| Paint a whole face like makeove |
| Chasin' that cat tryna get to the gold |
| Like the end of the mufuckin' rainbow |
| I got cash on my mind like a tumor |
| I’m on point like my name Freddy Kruger |
| Chanel belt matching my Pumas |
| You know I’m plugged with the killers and the boosters (Que!) |