
Bloods Three Six Musketeers (Ft. Yamine)
"Bloods - Three Six Musketeers (Ft. Yamine)" is a #HipHop track from 2023 that explores themes of loyalty, camaraderie, and the struggles within street life. The lyrics convey a sense of unity among friends facing adversity. Unique musical elements include a mix of melodic hooks and hard-hitting beats, contributing to its cultural resonance in the underground scene.

[Intro: MGKGOD11]
Let's go. THREE SIX MUSKETEERS ft Yamine. Man I love this song
[Hook: Three Six Musketeers]
If you are a blood, then you gon bite
Big booty bitches, that's what I bite
Bring out the price, that's what I like
All red on, my homie no stripes
Yes i'm a blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, and I came out the mud
[Verse 1: Yamine]
Flex it like an athlete, ain’t no neighbors by my home
Get faded like I’m fishing so you bitches know I’m gone
You know I’m getting blown – your girl give me dome
Fucked her to The Weeknd ‘cause she heard me on The Zone
Gucci I got on – Louis I got on
If it ain’t about no money, then please leave me alone
Hundreds I’m throwing, stupid bitch I’m grown
How you gong get these bands if your clothes still on?
Lean and Patrón, good weed and gin
Pass out, wake up and do it again
Bitch I go in, don’t act like you don’t know
You say no to turn-up, Yamine don’t
Finessing them racks, moving them packs…
Spending them bands, making ‘em back…
Haters gon’ hate, that’s a guarantee
Be about your money, broke niggas ain’t hearing me
Let's go. THREE SIX MUSKETEERS ft Yamine. Man I love this song
[Hook: Three Six Musketeers]
If you are a blood, then you gon bite
Big booty bitches, that's what I bite
Bring out the price, that's what I like
All red on, my homie no stripes
Yes i'm a blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, and I came out the mud
[Verse 1: Yamine]
Flex it like an athlete, ain’t no neighbors by my home
Get faded like I’m fishing so you bitches know I’m gone
You know I’m getting blown – your girl give me dome
Fucked her to The Weeknd ‘cause she heard me on The Zone
Gucci I got on – Louis I got on
If it ain’t about no money, then please leave me alone
Hundreds I’m throwing, stupid bitch I’m grown
How you gong get these bands if your clothes still on?
Lean and Patrón, good weed and gin
Pass out, wake up and do it again
Bitch I go in, don’t act like you don’t know
You say no to turn-up, Yamine don’t
Finessing them racks, moving them packs…
Spending them bands, making ‘em back…
Haters gon’ hate, that’s a guarantee
Be about your money, broke niggas ain’t hearing me
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