3 Days

Heard a bell from phone now
Don't let me check
Your help got me slow down
Its just a tech
N fuck with rules now
I don't complex
Got girls mix with show hour
Way to complain
Just come with me
I need ya the most
The lady across from the street give me hopes
The guy in my class give me praise like he pope
I don't know that he dope
I don't know that he dope

I play around a little
Gum in my mouth that shit never before
Actin so cool, like i'm Turner the monkey
But in my mind i was so stress to the point i'm gon die
Saw u last night at a pub wit a guy
Pardon my life, i don't fuck wit a tie
Talk in my sleep, say that i'm fine
Nah bitch u gon be on the side
Talk my shit oh man, joke around
Laugh of her yeh i'm about
But he gon dick her hard
While all you do is just giving her hugs

Fuck that n first i don't fuck with no thots
Putting myself in suburban park
Ranking myself to the top of the charts
Cause my name is so white yeh i know issa pass
Bigger booty like nicki minaj
Throwing the boots like nicki minaj
I don't fuck wit no nicki minaj
Look at your booty is missing a part
Yeh fam
Hold my beer, why should i slow down when i'm shifting gear
I'm so ahead never look the rear should i make mistake and go back to my peers
3 days they say i should so fucking wait that shit so Harlem shake people caught up in sec
Yeh fuck that shit i don't wanna do
Gotta do my own way, no need for u man

Heard a bell from phone now
Don't let me check
Your help got me slow down
Its just a tech
N fuck with rules now
I don't complex
Got girls mix with show hour
Way to complain
Just come with me
I need ya the most
The lady across from the street give me hopes
The guy in my class give me praise like he pope
I don't know that he dope
I don't know that he dope



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Jordan Holt
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