Lyrics 3 PHONES - .shea

3 PHONES

You gon' get finessed if you go the long way
I remember days trapping out my Balmain’s
Now I’m feeling like a lost cause floating down a river, but my ex bitch
calling me a sinner
You thought I was smashing
Bitch I kill that pussy right, put that pussy in a casket
She said I couldn’t imagine
Got three phones and I don’t stop low
Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh no
Got three phones and I don’t stop low
Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh
She said she’d never fuck me over, then she fucked me over
I was 17 I was dreaming of whipping Rovers
I was making meals, give a fuck about the ___
I was smoking weed, roll them up and pass them over with you, baby
I’m tryna fuck to your favorite song, these bitches got me out here on a
marathon
But I got addicted to you drowning in my alcohol and I gotta know what it’s
gonna take to get this bitches off
Girl, I got a secret, I’ma let you keep it
I’ve been in the deep end moving with my demons
Girl, I gave you trust lust, then you went and fucked up
Left me on my own like it’s 1984 love
Got three phones and I don’t stop low
Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh no
Got three phones and I don’t stop low
Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh
I’ll get in between, just like to stay out
I’ve been smoking all my problems just to play saint
Been moving forward in my steps to seem adjacent
But just don’t know that all my exes might just switch lanes
She would never come to me if I was geeking
She would never give me bottles on the weekend
You would’ve seen me stunting on the deep end
Tryna give you that D but you just defend
Bad bitch, dime piece, booty with the hails
She took her mask off, got me saying «help me»
Got a house in the hills but get to smoke in my 'Ville
Never love a ho again that’s how you taught me how to live
Got three phones and I don’t stop low
Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh no
Got three phones and I don’t stop low
Got 6 hoes and I don’t love one, oh
You gon' get finessed if you go the long way
I remember days trapping out my Balmain’s
Now I’m feeling like a lost cause floating down a river, but my ex bitch
calling me a sinner
You thought I was smashing
Bitch I kill that pussy right, put that pussy in a casket
She said I couldn’t imagine