TyFontaine, Lil Dude - One Two Three! lyrics
[TyFontaine, Lil Dude - One Two Three! lyrics]
(Rio) (Census, what you cookin'?)
Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded
One, two, by the third, she naked
One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays
One, two, three bitches is a parade
One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks
And they not tryna talk, man
Just tryna party
She think she too good for me
I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie
Way too swagged out, way too bagged
Out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah
Way too rockstar, way too popstar
Gettin' to my head now
Yeah, can't take life too serious
'cause it might be a let down
Still get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the band now
Trapnanana, I'm in the spot and
I'm beatin' the trap down
Beatin' the spot down
Hundred-round drum, yeah
We keepin' the shots 'round
Designer one-of-one
This shit can't be found
Uh, he was havin' some motion, he lost it
You brag on these bitches
But I just be flossin'
You play with the gang, your life
Gon' cost you
Sip so much lean, got a nigga sleepwalkin'
Celine and the drip, I be buyin' that shit
Take his bitch soon as I put
My eyes on that bitch
Brodie whippin' that drop, yeah
It's all in the wrist
Just might leave the trap
After this last flip
Bah, slime gon' up off the hip
Faceshot gang, we don't talk out the lip
Might whack me a nigga and
Then take me a trip
Leave his ass DOA, nigga
We don't do no attempts niggas be hatin'
We got them shooters
They don't know the rotation
Niggas be tellin', but they always fakin'
I'm countin' them Benjamins, Benjamins
Shots out the stick 'cause the
Gang wasn't feelin' him
I'm havin' this shit and these
Niggas be mad at it
Money man, got him a stick and a bag with him
These niggas ain't gang
So they can't side of me risk it all gang
Keep heavy artillery in traffic
Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded
One, two, by the third, she naked
One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays
One, two, three bitches is a parade
One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks
And they not tryna talk, man
Just tryna party
She think she too good for me
I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie
Way too swagged out, way too bagged
Out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah
Way too rockstar, way too popstar
Gettin' to my head now
Yeah, can't take life too serious
'cause it might be a let down
Still get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the band now
Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded
One, two, by the third, she naked
One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays
One, two, three bitches is a parade
One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks
And they not tryna talk, man
Just tryna party
She think she too good for me
I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie
Way too swagged out, way too bagged
Out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah
Way too rockstar, way too popstar
Gettin' to my head now
Yeah, can't take life too serious
'cause it might be a let down
Still get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the band now
Trapnanana, I'm in the spot and
I'm beatin' the trap down
Beatin' the spot down
Hundred-round drum, yeah
We keepin' the shots 'round
Designer one-of-one
This shit can't be found
Uh, he was havin' some motion, he lost it
You brag on these bitches
But I just be flossin'
You play with the gang, your life
Gon' cost you
Sip so much lean, got a nigga sleepwalkin'
Celine and the drip, I be buyin' that shit
Take his bitch soon as I put
My eyes on that bitch
Brodie whippin' that drop, yeah
It's all in the wrist
Just might leave the trap
After this last flip
Bah, slime gon' up off the hip
Faceshot gang, we don't talk out the lip
Might whack me a nigga and
Then take me a trip
Leave his ass DOA, nigga
We don't do no attempts niggas be hatin'
We got them shooters
They don't know the rotation
Niggas be tellin', but they always fakin'
I'm countin' them Benjamins, Benjamins
Shots out the stick 'cause the
Gang wasn't feelin' him
I'm havin' this shit and these
Niggas be mad at it
Money man, got him a stick and a bag with him
These niggas ain't gang
So they can't side of me risk it all gang
Keep heavy artillery in traffic
Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded
One, two, by the third, she naked
One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays
One, two, three bitches is a parade
One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks
And they not tryna talk, man
Just tryna party
She think she too good for me
I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie
Way too swagged out, way too bagged
Out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah
Way too rockstar, way too popstar
Gettin' to my head now
Yeah, can't take life too serious
'cause it might be a let down
Still get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the, get it with the
Get it with the band now