Three - Rumors Lyrics

Yeah, yuh ay
The rumors gonna go
I'm might go insane
Bitches gonna talk
So stay out of my lane
Bitches like to hoe
I'm so high I must sing
Yeah bitches like to hoe
So stay out of my lane
I'm lost again
But I found myself
So stop saying this
I can't live without you

Yeah she wanna ball
Shawty wanna bang
Got a brand new rag
Dimaonds, only raf
Diamonds roller blade
Diamonds yeh they aight
My whip on a ike
Ride me like a bike
100 thousand bag
That's the shit I like
That's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

I'm Lost again
But I found myself
So stop saying this
I can't live without you
Lost again
But I found myself
In your arms again
Way these rumors spread

Yeah I'm like oh my god
Way these rumors spread
Got your bitch in bed
Made the so much bread
I made 'em suck my dick
For a hundred bill
I'ma need you to sit
While I lose myself again

Oh my god
Way these rumors spread
Made the hundred back
Will you have my back
When I throw myself
Into the open world
When I go upstairs
And I make you and I that bread

You wanna be with me or not
Just tell me f*cking now or turn yourself into a thot
Mad hot, deep thoughts making money on the spot
Rumors gonna go but still don't become forgot
I am not a real figure, I'm a much bigger
Love passion pain and joy, that is something that I give her
No yeah no money trigger, yeah
That shit I don't know but, still she wanna ball

Yeah she wanna ball
Shawty wanna bang
Got a brand new rag
Dimaonds, only raf
Diamonds roller blade
Diamonds yeh they aight
My whip on a ike
Ride me like a bike
100 thousand bag
That's the shit I like
That's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

Oh my god
Who that with a glock
Oh my god
Yeh that boy on top
Swear to god I can't f*ck with lame bitches
Shawty she keep lane switching

Diamonds on my wrist dancing
Diamonds yeh they walk
Let them bitches talk
Bitch I'm on the block
Watch them bitches flock
Bitches switching lanes
I might put them back
I don't need opinion, bitch I'm always winning