Three Sum

[Verse 1: Erv Dowd]
Flys flyin bees buzzin my dick cummin
Couldn’t cry over my murders with the help of onions
With the help of crystals niggas unlocking my missiles
Too much pussy over here for me to think to miss you
In the fall I make niggas fall under pressure
But the pistols out the dresser start of spring semester
If I deliver the bars then the message in
I’m to the Packers game and killin all pedestrians
I’m to the local bank and takin fuckin everything
I mean everything I’m snatchin baby earrings
I might sneak her then I’ll diss you
She like to suck Eureka I found Ms. Bissell
Her first question was how big can yo dick get
I said muy and the tip smell like citrus
Her amiga said citrus umm that’s that rich scent
We went to her bed bath and beyond after she witnessed
Now I got some more bitches
And that pussy is delicious
My tongue taste vanilla as it open up the entrance
It must be Christmas cause this was on my wish list

[Chorus: Erv Dowd, Vince Exito & Davé]
Yeah you know I got me some
Yeah you know I got me some
Yeah you know I got me some
2 plus 1 my nigga equals a three sum

[Verse 2: Vince Exito]
Yeah you know I got me some 2 plus 1 my nigga equals a three sum
Young Vince in the cut with a sweet one she got a sweet tongue
Man we can get it poppin in the party the Rebels ain’t never stopping
Yeah it’s rockin them dudes you around they lackin knowledge
Penny’s on my mind I ain’t talkin bout the foamposites
Street smarts doing it for the books
And ima road scholar nigga the dimes with me like 4 dollars
And you can keep the change baby that’s no problem
Pull up with an all black whip with the all black tints with an all black chick
Or Asian, Latina
I’m tryna have them all in my beamer blowin reefer
Slappin Erv Dowd through the speakers
And they better know to stay up on they toes when you skate Senorita

[Chorus: Erv Dowd, Vince Exito & Davé]
Yeah you know I got me some
Yeah you know I got me some
Yeah you know I got me some
2 plus 1 my nigga equals a three sum

[Verse 3: Davé]
My nigga I need a three sum
I need 30 bitches to slide at like three sumthin
The coupe only fit two so I had to leave one
But I came back to swoop she had the reefer
I need a brown skin shawty push keys like Alicia
I need two bad bitches with a fatty
She kinda mean but she act classy
My niggas came through with the fuckin classic
We smoke a blunt then we fly away like Lenny Kravitz
I don’t hear you niggas unless you niggas talkin cabbage