Three

Spose & Cam Groves, Spose & Cam Groves feat. DJ Foodstamp

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Three! Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop! Woop! Three! Yeah, I was high when I wrote this song Smoke a bong 'til my vocals gone Every bar I'm focused on 'Til they pull my card like Pokémon (Woo!) We Smoked It All, been long awaited (Three!) And I know I'm not your favorite But if Spose won, I was nominated Write a song a day until I'm dominating I'm on my way, kid (Ándale!) Your career is (On delay) And when your dreams have gone away "You should get a job," what your mom would say Keep it honest, mane, every song I play (Yup) Rep P. Dank, I'm on my game If I'm a joke, then y'all is fake Bitch, I go hard 'til the condom break (Whoops!) Keep givin' it, givin' it raw My flippity-dippity jaw Quick with the piff and a fifth in my grip I be sippin' that shit 'til I'm sick as a dog, aw And y'all don't want none of me, son I'm doin' something different Y'all a bunch of fuckin' reruns Change the station, motherfucker, pass the clicker 'Cause I'm losin' all my patience And I think my raps are sicker, yah Y'all know my flow is ill This time around it's overkill I'm showin' skill and growin' still Pass the mic to Spose, he knows the drill I just walked in with some pistol and Backwoods 'Cause I can afford it, our troubles are sorted The double performance, I feel like I'm ridin' on dolphins I know that I'm buildin' endorphins We see it, we write it, we spit it, record it Third time around, I feel like I'm in orbit S to the P-I-Z-Y three times Dropped a couple albums, had to get it in the meantime If you would send me a message It had better be just to offer me money (Business) My daughter just walked in the basement And she looked at me, she said, "Daddy, I'm hungry" (Hennefer) They say they real but they never are (No) When I rap, it is a seminar (Listen) You don't come near to my metapharts (Bar) I just bought weed with a debit card The god of Maine and the king of Wells (Lizzy) Got the head ringin' my syllables (Three!) End of my tour down in Philadel' (Burr) Sensitive rapper, go kill yourself (Ahh, yup) If you for real, hit me in the daytime, bruh (Okay) I'm workin' and workin' until the day I'm done Violins strum and the bassline bump I'm the best to ever do it from the place I'm from (Do it!) I got confidence and a pair of boots Jumped out a plane with no parachute Assurances, I have got very few I gotta stay sick, keep the Theraflu We got no time for no rappers who rap as a hobby and rap once a week If you down with us, then put up that peace Okay, add one more finger, that's three! (Three!) Three! Three! Three! Three! Three!