3 Wishes Lyrics - Curren$y

In the studio I read a magazine 

They had a column in there asking people 

If they had 3 wishes 

What would they wish for? 

So I figured I'd ask myself... 

So if I had 3 wishes 

This right here would be my first: 

I wish I could bomb drop from the top of the Superdome 

On my skateboard, head up, play ball! 

Ollie over curbs in the 3rd Ward 

And then shook through the? 

Holla at tough guy Dodo 

Let him bang my brand new album 

In these Range Roves 

Puff a couple L's with him 

Go home, change clothes 

I go bring Polo, with matching Bally 

Animals. And then it's on to? 

To holla at my nigga Soulja Slim 

From the CutThroat Committee 

Split up a Philly, fill it with sticky 

And talk about all the hoes we fucked 

In out city. Give my man a hug 

Then I gotta get going, 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... 

That's what I wish for 

See, the 3 people I was talking about 

They're not alive no more 

East is a part of New Orleans 

Destroyed by Hurricane Katrina 

Here's my 2nd wish: 

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[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 my nigga Maine would 

Have the same success that I have 

Cause I'm oh-so blessed, yes 

And for my nigga Dizzy, 10 million 

Platinum plates, cause you work hard 

Homeboy, you deserve that 

And then we'd have a spliff 

Won't crumble to pieces like them other 

Real cliques. And we all get rich 

Then we all have kids 

They they all get rich, then they 

All have kids. Then they all get rich 

Then they have some more kids... 

Then they all stay rich and 

Those kids have more kids 

And they all get rich, then those kids 

Have kids... alright, alright 

Photos 

I know that was a big wish... 

But I have a lot of people 

That I wanna thank, I feel like they 

Deserve that... now it's time for the 3rd wish: 

[Verse 3] 

I just wish that my ex girl would've never 

Fucked with any of my homies 

Cause it took a toll on me 

Now I give a fuck about her baby cause 

I feel like everyone is a phoney 

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 YMOB 

You know what I do 

Young Money Over Bitches, I don't 

Give em tongue kisses, I just 

Hit em with that dick and have em 

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 wyling out pretending not 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... 

That's a surprise to a lot of y'all huh? 

More than cars and skateboards and weed 

I did graduate nigga!