3 Peat Lyrics

Yes sir! They can’t stop me! Even if they stopped me, ha ha ha, yeah
I’m on it, ooh I’m on it I’m so on it, however you want it You can get it tonight hoe and all night hoe I get the beat from, Mistro, a fucking right hoe
I might go crazy on these niggas I don’t give a motherfuck Run up in the nigga house and shoot his grandmother up, what! What? I don’t give a motherfuck get cha baby kidnapped And ya baby motherfucked
It's Tha Carter III bitch, better put ya supper up Hollygrove, I throw it up, like I'm tryna lose my gut Fuck is up, beat him up, like a million uppercuts Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it
Shit, get on my level, you can’t get on my level You will need a space shuttle or a ladder that’s forever However I’m better if not now, then never Don’t you ever fix ya lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick
Bitch swallow words, taste my thoughts And if it’s too nasty, spit it back at me Two more inches I’d've been in that casket According to the doctor I could have died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic Abracadabra, I’m up like Viagra I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler I control hip hop and I'ma keep it on my channel
Watch me! Bitch, watch me! Bitch, watch me, but they cannot see me Like Hitler it’s the New Orleans Nightmare Money so old it’s growing white hair
Young Money baby, yeah we right here I’ma make sure we ball till we fall like tears And mama don’t cry, ya son can handle his I got her out the hood and put her in the Hills
Yeah, when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I told my girl when you fuck me, better fuck me good 'Cause if another girl could she gon' fuck me good No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it
Yeah, I got game like Stuart Scott Fresh out the ESPN shop And when Sports Center popping, every thing stopping But you can’t fool me I know what you watching
Me! You watch me You watch me 'cause I be Weezy, must see TV C3!
Nigga that’s me and I’m me I’m me, times three So retreat or suffer defeat I’m back, 3 Peat! C3!