Song “QUE.: Uno Dos Tres Lyrics” from QUE. Lyrics album:


(Aye) Pull up in a Fisker
In some house shoes and some sweats
Extra ones for the strippers
Watch me throw em’ on her flesh
Nigga I’m a pimp
I’ve got hoes like Johnny Depp
On the count of three
Watch me take off like a jet, like
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Nigga I’m a pimp
I’ve got hoes like johnny depp
Ain’t no need to take my pic
Like uno, dos, tres

(Aye) Pull up in that Fisker
Drop the top like Rossy Reynolds
I’ve got bad bitches with me
Popping molly like they’re skittles
Extra ones for the strippers
Watch me throw em’ on her knickers
Word on the street, you’re a rat like Stuart Little
Rich nigga pull up in some Debo house shoes and some sweats
Black tee, bank roll
And some new designer specs
These Cavalli young nigga
Ain’t no motherfucking Guess
Nigga I’m a pimp, I’ve got hoes like Johnny Depp
On the count of three
Watch your bitch leave here with me
Half a bird for a feature
Want a verse? Pay the fee
You ain’t getting money, lil’ nigga, don’t you even speak
Young nigga, old money in a new 2K14

(Aye) Pull up in a Fisker
In some house shoes and some sweats
Extra ones for the strippers
Watch me throw em’ on her flesh
Nigga I’m a pimp
I’ve got hoes like Johnny Depp
On the count of three
Watch me take off like a jet, like
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Nigga I’m a pimp
I’ve got hoes like johnny depp
Ain’t no need to take my pic
Like uno, dos, tres

Extra ones for the strippers
Watch me throw em’ on her coochie
These is Louis, young nigga
Ain’t no motherfuckin’ Coogi
Aw, maynes a’int the same
Prices, country-ass Trueys
In a Mulsanne, switchin’ lanes
Whippin it like a Dually
This a foreign, not a Honda
In your club, with some contraband (drugs!)
All my niggas rich, take the money, make a fan
Far from broke, fuck is you sayin’
Pull up like the Ku Klux Klan
Momma said I’m looking sleepy
That’s cus I’ve been popping Xans
Young nigga running with a bankroll
Paint a whole face like makeove [r]
Chasin’ that cat tryna get to the gold
Like the end of the mufuckin’ rainbow
I got cash on my mind like a tumor
I’m on point like my name Freddy Kruger
Chanel belt matching my Pumas
You know I’m plugged with the killers and the boosters (Que!)

(Aye) Pull up in a Fisker
In some house shoes and some sweats
Extra ones for the strippers
Watch me throw em’ on her flesh
Nigga I’m a pimp
I’ve got hoes like Johnny Depp
On the count of three
Watch me take off like a jet, like
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Uno, dos, tres
Nigga I’m a pimp
I’ve got hoes like johnny depp
Ain’t no need to take my pic
Like uno, dos, tres

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