Three's Company ft. Armel Lyrics

It’s the return of the bad guy

Keep a couple broads on Stand by

G code I abide by

G5 not fly as I

You cannot do what I do

You cannot walk a mile up in my shoes

Numbers goin up no penny stock

A Pigsty like a group of cops

Okay let’s get to the rappin y’all like when I’m snappin so that’s what I’m finna do

They say I talk with with a passion

But Can you imagine if I moved how these losers move

Still bag ya chick in some flip flops

Or yellow crocs dope as crack rock

I had to tip toe to the tip top

Y’all sleeping on me no alarm clock

Know im bout to blow

Like an organ rupture

Museum in the crib

Peep the sculptures

Does the money bring

Bring the family closer

Does the money turn

Turn the fam to vultures

Only 1 way to find out

Lay-z boy you going have to recline now

Pops you can watch ya son shine now

Drivin down sunset

1 thing on my mind now

Consistently bring the victories

They was bitterly wishing misery

Dre passed the auxiliary

Play these mind games like psychology

1 Time for the 1 time

2 Twins both of them fine

3’s company who lied

Hol' up bring it back rewind

1 Time for the 1 time

2 Twins both of them fine

3’s company who lied

4 Play yeah Issa vibe

1 time for the 1 time

I ain't tricking on p*ssy

I dont care if she dumb fine

Leave the competition dumb found

Hating n*ggas wanna send me out the game like an umpire

I'm the best rapper unsigned

I'm the type to go and grind way before the sunrise

Told the plug don't get me no dirt only give me straight pressure

So these smokers get dumb high

Nowadays can't waste my time no lie ask why cuz i'm way too invested

Told my homies we doing too much we gotta relax we moving too reckless

When you play in the streets no excuses whatever come with it you gotta accept it

It be crazy when the feds come people start singing like Usher and giving confessions

Always been that n*gga way before the figures never have i ever felt less than

B*tches know i got b*tches so these b*tches really can't get mad they gotta respect it

Always got some new p*ssy on deck f*ck i look like stressed i ain't worried bout no ex-b*tch

I get the p*ssy for free you pay a fee reasons you buying out sections

B*tches is f*cking with me f*ck her and then she going leave

She hate to leave so she stay i keep these b*tches amazed

Pimpin' it run in my veins get up and go hit a play

Always make sure that i'm paid thats just a part of my day

Most of these n*ggas is really not street these n*ggas is just in the way

Helen Keller, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder to the bull-sh*t

I ain't doing exceptions put your hands on Gully you must want to die

Cuz you know that's a death wish

1 Time for the 1 time

2 Twins both of them fine

3’s company who lied

Hol' up bring it back rewind

1 Time for the 1 time

2 Twins both of them fine

3’s company who lied

4 Play yeah Issa vibe