Zachary Caesar - 3 Blondes

Three blondes on the coast
Scoop them up and I'm ghost
Red head in the front
Side-view of my ride
Blacked out both sides
Cops keep leaving notes
Nose-bleed in the nosebleeds
Bitch mad that she know me
I didn't know what I didn't know, yeah baby-girl that's the old me
Drum harder than a wife-beat
White Nikes and a white T
With bleached hair and white meat
You sight me? then sight me
Go ahead and step back
Shoot a three, like imp one with a two-tap
Pump fake like a shotty held by your set
Told boy with the bands, put the b-hands up,
Goddamn, need a money mind reset
two ounce on the dash while the whip flash
In a good fashion, fuck, where the lights at
Three blondes on the coast
Scoop them up and I'm ghost
Red head in the front
Side-view of my ride
Blacked out both sides
Cops keep leaving notes
Can't keep writing speeches for these ceremonies
Bottle service yes, it's just a mandatory
I wanna see you try to make it farther for me
I don't think my struggle made this harder for me
My detail like my bitch, man its overboard
Tell your other man, it's over for him
Lost a couple people, but I'm smarter for it
Foreigns in my future, need a charter for it
Three blondes on the coast
Scoop them up and I'm ghost
Red head in the front
Side-view of my ride
Blacked out both sides
Cops keep leaving notes

Written by:
Zachary Hitson

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