"Welcome to Thr33 Ringz" as written by and Faheem Rasheed Najm Frank Romano....
Nappy boy (nappy boy)
Three ringz
Yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot
Third time around dog

If I was just to step in the ring
And outta the box
Would everybody be on my
Or will I stop

Say hello to my lil friend, hey
Stars change up like lip Kim
Face it, I let my heat swing t-pain so acting homie
The way the beat bump niggas try to get proactive on me (damn)
But I done cleared the rumors
Everything in the open
Now you know how big the room is
Tell her what the truth is
They can't handle it
They're like a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich
But they be like god dammit, pause
This nigga pocket fatter than Santa Claus (ohhh)
This nigga career big like some granny drawers
Hadda get a piano to put his grammy on
Yeah, Ferrari, Bentley, Escalade, Beamer, mini-coop,
Cut the check, escapade, fuck her bad, make it rain, lamborghini
I goin' cover shit up like a transfered
I give a damn if you seen me I'ma did what I does
I ain't doing shit wrong like no kissin' my cousin
I know you wanna hear something different
Ain't you tired of his shit
Ain't you curious about this shit
Even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen
I'm telling you now it ain't a thing
I got the bling bling of a rapper but I sing
So welcome to three ringz

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"Welcome to Thr33 Ringz (Intro)" as written by Frank Romano Faheem Rasheed Najm


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