3 Wishes

3 Wishes Lyrics Curren$y

I wish I could bomb drop from the top of the Superdome
On my skateboard, head up Claiborne
Ollie over curbs in the Third Ward
And then shoot through to the Callio
To holla at tough guy Dodo
Let him bang my brand new album
In his Range Rov'
Puff a couple L's with him
Go home and change clothes
Aqua green Polo, with matching Bally Animals
And then it's off to Gentilly
To holla at my nigga Soulja Slim
From the Cut Throat Committee
Split up a Philly, fill it with sticky
And talk about all the hoes we fucked in our city

Give him dap and a hug
Then I gotta break go on to the St. Bernard
I holla at my homey Ace
Let him see my new whip, ride out
To the IHOP in the east and get a
Bowl of cheese grits, shit!

That's what I wish for
That'd definitely be my first wish
See, the 3 people I was talking about
They're not alive no more
And the East is a part of New Orleans that was
Destroyed by Hurricane Katrina
Here's my 2nd wish...

[Verse 2]
I, just wish my nigga Wayne
Would get the respect that he deserves
In this fuckin game
He's the illest with these words
I know I might've said that shit before
But I'm just making sure it's heard
And that my nigga Maine would have the same success
That I'm gonna have because I'm oh-so blessed, yes
And for my nigga Dizzy, 10 million platinum plaques
Because you work hard homeboy you deserve that

And that we never split
And crumble into pieces like them other little cliques
And we all get rich, then we all have kids
And they they all get rich, then they all have kids
And they all get rich, then they all have kids
And they all get rich, then they have some more kids
Then they all get rich, and those kids have kids
And they all get rich, then those kids have kids
And they all get rich

Alright alright alright
I know, that was a big wish
But I had a whole lot of ground to cover
You know what I'm saying?
I had a lot of people that I wanted things done for because
I feel like they deserve that

Now it's time for the 3rd wish, lets go

[Verse 3]
I, just wish that my ex-girl would've never
Fucked one of of my homies
Because its took a toll on me
Now I give a fuck about a bitch
Because I feel like everyone of them phony
I'll never love again, move another bitch in
Let her live in my crib, give her keys to my whip
Shit, she ruined that for all these hoes
Now it's Y.M.O.B you know how it go
Young Money Over Bitches
I don't give em tongue kisses
I just hit them with that dick
And have them pose for naked pictures
And show em to my niggas
And then I gotta flip em, let everybody get a piece
And after that I send em
Back to where they living
But with her I was different
Word on the street was She was wylin' out pretending

Now to hear it girl , you had a good nigga
Oh no, I wasn't perfect, but I had a good spirit
That's the last of my wishes

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