笨小笨Three Six Talk (Clean)歌词由Lil Yachty&DC2TRILL&Draft Day演唱，出自专辑《BIRTHDAY MIX 6》，下面是《Three Six Talk (Clean)》完整版歌词！
Three Six Talk (Clean)歌词完整版
Three Six Talk (Clean) - Lil Yachty/DC2TRILL/Draft Day
Lyrics by：Benjamin Saint Fort/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Dillan Caster/Earl Isaac Bynum/Justin Daniels/Miles Parks McCollum/Parker Young/Rio Francesco Leyva
Composed by：Benjamin Saint Fort/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Dillan Caster/Earl Isaac Bynum/Justin Daniels/Miles Parks McCollum/Parker Young/Rio Francesco Leyva
All I got left is four I'ma drink it slow
I tote a big two two three pinch that baby nose
I give a f**k 'bout politics I just play my role
I drunk three pints before gym still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face like ya mama mole
All I done did I should move into a
Bad boujee b***h off ig suck a n***a soul
Drake by my side like a glock no I could never fold
Broke n***a mad 'cause I'm rich and I f**k more hoes
Lil b***h still tourin' round my house we gon' cut her toes
What happened to that one n***a s**t we'll never know
House so d**n big at the end it's a pot of gold
Heard how they move when they goal is to wipe my nose
My nose too dry if it's lick someone gotta go
I might max out off the X God was speakin' back
N***as hit my and took my shhh imma play with that
I'll pay for spinners fore' I pay for that- back
N***a d tote a five stop 'em with that mac
Pourin' up this quakin f**k around and have a heart attack
Slime had a drought in they spot like an architect
Cost a rack it ain't never match
Matchin' with my whips like I'm tip I keep twenty straps
N***as freakin' out I keep calm 'cause it's under raps
Ridin' with that sig bullets
Big it could kill a calf
Cup filled with red like it's goin' down statistics graph
Graduate from school and only thing
I actually use is math
Carry each diamond gold ap
N***a do the math yeah
She been sucking' dick for three hours
She needa take a bath yeah
Box of eight five wagu
When I eat the cab
Trackhawk with the wide body
It's gon' leave the tags whew
Finna fire them n***as who took that shiii
I'mma get 'em brrddd
Ya n***a testify and you still with 'em
That make you a rat
I poured a six of the keisha that's gon' bring me back
I just pulled up in a car that you could never have
Spin his block so we leavin' his
Bought some rick and go to chrome
Gettin' cash ain't ever home
With my glock I'm not alone
You not legit not f**kin' witchu
It's just us get out the picture
Do it bet that choppa stick 'em
Screw it let's go handle business yeah
Now she see that you got motion
She want our forgiveness
When that light one on me I know
That weren't payin' attention
I'm tryna run up these m's and quadruple that
N***as say they be in the gym
But we ain't seen a stack
White and gold bust down cartier's
It's a yey party
I'm always on time with this s**t you could as ashanti
I could talk that three six talk why that syrup got me
And I know that I'm God body we made like John gotti
Concrete boys n***as know it's us
They ain't seein' what we seein'
Boat just pulled up in that double m
It was one of fifteen
All my n***as stand f**kin'
Tall on everything they mean
You n***as hide behind the cameras yo' life behind the scenes
Boy whew whew whew
Yeah yeah yeah mafia yeah mafia yeah mafia
Us brrd
