PP Cocaine - 3 musketeers lyrics

3 Musketeers Song by NextYoungin and ppcocaine Overview Listen Lyrics Share Lyrics Sp-, Sp-, Spain, what you doing? Hey Daddy Kane (listen up) I got b*tches (you got b*tches?) Haha, ayy-ayy Tell lil' shorty, come here Trap bunnie bubbles b*tch, I still get texts from my ex You thinkin' that's yours but she movin' to the next (the next) No b*tch can compare, they all think I'm the best (fu*kin' right) Real witch b*tch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo) b*tch, I got big stack, big flex (big flex) Baby call my phone tryna blow her tax check Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex But don't be mad when you going through my texts Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here) I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble) Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here) I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble) Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers b*tch, shake that ass or kick rocks (kick rocks) F*ck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box Saw her on her Tinder, said she likes long walks (on the beach?) Runnin' with my phone but, b*tch, who got these locks? Dumb hoe, who bought this motherfu*kin' phone? Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan Try to find another b*tch, get hit in the dome Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here) I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble) Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here) I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble) Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers It's Daddy Kane in this b*tch Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit Shawty's talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit' Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the sh*t Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick All yo' sh*t fake but there's Gucci on my fit She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (nah) Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (yup) b*tches high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean Don't try to kiss me, hoe, you need some Listerine Drown in this money, all you see on me is green I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here) I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (wobble, wobble) Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (come here) I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble) Tell me that you want me, that's the sh*t I always hear I got three b*tches on me like the three musketeers Ah (you got b*tches, Nya?) Hell yeah (how many?) Hmm, three musketeers Hoe! (Sp-, Sp-, Spain, what you doing?) Daddy Kane and Cocaine Yeah, Daddy Kane and Cocaine, huh!