B.o.B

"Magic Number"

[Chorus: Bob Dorough & B.o.B]
Three is a magic number
Yes it is, it's a magic number
(yes it is)
(One, two, three and)

All ya ladies pop yo pus*y like this
Pop, pop yo pus*y like this
All ya ladies pop yo pus*y like this
(Bobby, bobby, bo-bo-bobby, bobby
Bobby, bobby, bo-bo-bobby, bobby)

From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I’m tryna' hit a triple play
Hookah, hoes and henny, call it Triple H
Me and my b*tch flip your b*tch like a real estate
I'm tryna’ paint two b*tches watch me illustrate
I'm Bob Ross, I don't get erased

Two is a party and three is a crowd
So that mean only crowd pleasers allowed
The odd couple, all you hoes in trouble
No catching feelings we don't do cupid shuffle

Are you serious? She indecisive if she with the silly sh*t
Talking out your neck, ventriloquist
"Y'all so horny I thing I just got my period"
Huh, really, b*tch?

[Chorus: Bob Dorough & B.o.B]
Three is a magic number
Yes it is, it's a magic number
(yes it is)
(One, two, three and)

All ya ladies pop yo pus*y like this
Pop, pop yo pus*y like this
All ya ladies pop yo pus*y like this
(Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby
Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby)

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
You want hookah on the first date, Uber on the first date
Conversation, liquor, stake just to get to first base?
Oh you too old for casual sex
Do it for a bag that's collateral sex

She make a whole di*k vanish that's magical neck
I’m talking ’bout three mathematical sex
She swallow all the kids no child get left behind
Can't say if she on go but it seem like she inclined

You blew your whole cover, you blew the facade
Your man found out you eat cat now he wanna ménage
She squeeze the pistol ’till I pull the trigger
Death come in threes I'm a pus*y killa

[Chorus: Bob Dorough & B.o.B]
Three is a magic number
Yes it is, it's a magic number
(telephone, tell a friend)
(One, two, three and)

From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
(Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby
Bobby, bobby, bo-bobby, bobby)

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
All ya ladies pop yo pus*y like this
Just do it don't stop don’t miss
85 knots on a yacht don't slip
36 swishers in the box don't trip

Three baby daddies then boom, n*ggas ain't sh*t
Three round of drinks then boom, now you like chicks
Don't be a grinch, don't be a grouch
Tryna pump, tryna dump, tryna hump, tryna plow

She a hood b*tch but not financially hood
She got a bread and moved down to Miami for good
I like my omelettes with cheese, crispy hundreds no crease
Ain't talkin' retros but I like my women in threes

[Chorus: Bob Dorough & B.o.B]
Three is a magic number
Yes it is, it's a magic number
(telephone, tell a friend)
(One, two, three and)
(Bobby, bobby, bo-bo-bobby, bobby
Bobby, bobby, bo-bo-bobby, bobby
Bobby, bobby, bo-bo-bobby, bobby
Bobby, bobby, bo-bo-bobby, bobby)

From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north
From the south to the west to the east to the north

A-all ya ladies pop yo pus*y like this
Pop, pop yo pus*y like this
All ya ladies pop yo pus*y like this
Pop, pop yo pus*y like this

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