3 Days Lyrics

It's been bout three days

Since you came my way

And I'm drained

I ain't sleep in bout three days

Marni the shoes LV the bag

I'm coming for you

Look in the stars do what you do

Babygirl you gon' twerk that shit do what you do

Devil in Prada

You the finest in the room

Looking for a girl

Who look just like you

Mud in my cup

Gz on my shoes

And I got a 50 mac for any nigga who fuck with you

They keep asking me bout my past

First bitch did me so wrong I hit the dash

Didn't know she was a devil in disguise looking for a bag

Bitch just wanted some money she just wanted that cash

I still wish you the best

Hope that get that money baby and you put it to rest

Reminiscing bout the times we used to have that sex

Tat it on your neck so I know it's a flex

But you couldn't stay down I knew it wouldn't last

Still couldn't get over the past

You put it on ya chest and ran

You chose a side that wasn't mine

I'd never do that to you

Girl was you off the za

Lied bout a baby

You lied bout facts

Lied bout the time that I used to run up a check

Lied bout the times you said he wasn't a rat

Loaded a round for a nigga that wasn't even from a set

You lucky I aint put that nigga on a tee

If I ever find that dread head nigga I'ma grill his cheese

Death comes a little easier with that green bean

I should've left yo ass laying there on that green screen