3Hunna (Album Version) lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro: Chief Keef]
Young Chop on the beat
Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin baby
GBE, O'block, bang bang
n*gga I'm three hunna, bang

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But n*gga I'm three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don't be f*ckin wit my youngins
Them n*ggas be drumming
They take ya ass down
sh*t we need them bricks or something
Keep this sh*t one hunna
I keep this sh*t three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
A f*ck n*gga don't wanna be it (no)
No, no, I like my b*tch conceited (my b*tch conceited)
I'm Sosa, b*tch Chief Keef, yeah (Sosa baby)
My gun, don't make me beat it (bang bang)
I'm cooling wit my young n*ggas (wit my young n*ggas)
A lot of kush, a lot of guns n*gga (a lot of guns n*gga)
You see you us you better run n*gga (better run n*gga)
Bullets hot like the sun n*gga (pow)
She like Sosa, I'm a big fan (I'm a big fan)
b*tch I'm leaning like a kickstand (kickstand)
I'm high, I'm smoking ganja (smoking ganja)
f*ck a Tooka gang b*tch, I'm 3hunna (bang bang bang)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But n*gga I'm three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don't be f*ckin wit my youngins
Them n*ggas be drumming
They take ya ass down
sh*t we need them bricks or something
Keep this sh*t one hunna
I keep this sh*t three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag (oh)
We bout that all black so miss me with yo battle raps (n*gga)
Driving a Bentley through the battle field (huh)
Got more money than my haters, how them n*ggas feel? (whoo)
Slide when you rep that other side
I swear to god its like my.45 just come to life
Gamble in Vegas, I know the Maloofs (huh)
They took him for questions, he told them the truth (no)
Duck taping your clique, so show me the loot
I'm smoking the sh*t my n*gga be growing for Snoop (huh)
We got the hood locked worth a 100 mill
Need 250 more, Double M this sh*t for real
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But n*gga I'm three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don't be f*ckin wit my youngins
Them n*ggas be drumming
They take ya ass down
sh*t we need them bricks or something
Keep this sh*t one hunna
I keep this sh*t three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
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