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Future - 3 Cell Phones Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ferrari topless, I ain't with my topic
Walk to the valet, hop in the cockpit
I'm with a goddess, her pussy awesome
I can't wife her, I feel awful

[Verse 1]
Woo (DY Krazy)
Haha (Freeband Gang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just pop pills nigga, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I popped a pill, I feel so amazing
I flex my skills, I was hittin' days in
I took a trip, birdies goin' crazy (Yeah)
I make some mills, I know they gon' hate it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving in a transformer, don't go in the air
Smashin' redbones, she so pretty, I hit her ba're
3 cellphones, I got bitches everywherе
I don't ever take thе local pussy nowhere (No)
Miscarriage, filled up carriage (Yeah, yeah)
Twelve karats, lookin' like you married
She ain't average, I told her she a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
Live lavish, take off your salary
Choppa, card bitch, that's for damn sure
Love the fuckin' top shit, that's for damn sure (Woo)
Two chicks swap spit, that's for damn sure
Make her leg lock when I hit, that's for damn sure
Spacey cadette, I'm that baby's daddy
Went Italian on 'em, make your crash your Chevy (Crash your Chevy, yeah)
Cuban link, linked up, flawless baguettes
Fucked her in her house, shoot her pussy, soaked, with it
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus]
Ferrari topless, I ain't with my topic (Topic)
Walk to the valet, hop in the cockpit (Cockpit)
I'm with a goddess, her pussy awesome (Awesome)
I can't wife her, I feel awful

[Verse 2]
Yellow, gold, presidential, Cartier watch
Drivin' in a Bentley, continentially doin' knots, yeah
Ching chong, trap, I got spots in Mexico
Ching chong, trap, I got spots in Mexico
Come through zoomin' in a Robot, got my spot hot
Yeah, I'ma stack the bread high, til' it dry rot
Yeah, I done walked through hell, I'm a fly guy
Yeah, I just want a fucking pay her, her pussy that fly

[Refrain]
Choppa, car, bitch, that's for damn sure
Love to fuckin' talk shit, that's for damn sure (Woo)
Two chicks swap spit, that's for damn sure
Make her legs lock when I hit, that's for damn sure
I popped a pill, I feel so amazing
I flexed my scale, I was at the Days Inn
I took a trip, birdies goin' crazy (Yeah)
I make some mills, I know they gon' hate it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving in a transformer, doors go in the air
Smashin' a redbone, she so pretty, I hit her ba're
3 cell phones, I got bitches everywhere
I don't never take the local pussy nowhere (No)
[Outro]
Take the profile out, ya dig? Wrist cost 'bout a house, bitch
Pink diamonds shining off the blick, floss, floss, floss, yeah
I just wanna be a boss, bitch, I signed with the boss, bitch
MAC 11, nigga, boss, bitch, petty boys on top