Andy the Chef - Three Wishes

If God gave you three wishes
If God gave you three wishes
If God gave you three wishes
Would you wish for bitches would you wish for cash
Would you wish for more wishes with your greedy ass
Shop 'til you drop then you hit the dash
Like Santa Claus with his Christmas bags
But who am I to judge if you lust for that
'Cause everybody love going poppin' tags
I just want one of them gold plaques
Sittin' nice and shiny up inside the glass
It'd be real cool if we did that
Get my mom a crib with the phattest view
Now that's only two if I did the math
Fuck it give the last one away
I love the challenge so I'll play the game
Turn that golden plaque to a platinum plate
I won't settle for good 'cause I was born great
Put on for the hood in my home state
With these hits, I'm dishing like I'm Willie Mays
Stack my money up like I'm Chase Bank
And bring it back around to that home plate
'Cause God don't give three wishes
He gon' test your level
Pray I never settle
Kept on pushin' and pushin' until I break the pedal
Kept on cookin' and cookin' until I melted the kettle
Look in the face of the devil
Not afraid to try and wrestle from the chains on the mental
When I break just watch
Whole different lane play a total different game
Look no we ain't the same 'cause I'm everything you not
Fuck you gimme my respect
Done bein' humble
Coming I got next
I gotta hustle hustle for the check until I got 100 diamonds on the neck
Life really like a test
Y'all playin' checkers while I'm playin' chess
Sunup I really meant to go to bed
But then again I kept forgetting how to rest
Excuse me gotta interject
Please pardon me when I said
I'd get my cousin something but he slept
So now I'm like fuck it suck it Imma flex
I need a feast I'm fiending for the bread
I'm really up to something gotta jet
Now I keep touching touching on my leg
'Cause the phone it keep on buzzing buzzing with the texts
Now they lookin' very pressed
Looking sick thinking maybe you should see a vet
And I think you should suck a dick up to your neck
If you hating I pay attention to the threats
Ballin out like I'm a net
Chasing bacon like I got piglet as a pet
And I'm getting real heavy weighted with the reps
I'm becoming a beast I'm beating on my chest
And I'm boutta be
Flossin' my grill like a dentist
Behave like a menace just because I can
'Member days without the lettuce
It was just water and cans of the spam
Dollar menu was the breakfast
Never was lunch and my dinner was damn
That's why I'm hungry as ever
'Cause there wasn't much but still, here I am talking about
Fuck you gimme my respect
Done bein' humble
Coming I got next
I gotta hustle hustle for the check until I got 100 diamonds on the neck
Life really like a test
Y'all playin' checkers while I'm playin' chess
Sunup I really meant to go to bed
But then again I kept forgetting how to rest
But if God gave you three wishes
If God gave you three wishes

Written by:
Andrew Jones

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