Lyrics:
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
drink, three drink, four
Every time I drink one, I said I'm done I never drink no more
One day, two days, three days (go)
And on the fourth day I'm back
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
say it nice
I buy the bar I pay it twice
She wanna talk about feelings
Then wanna party with demons
Take the top off no ceilings
I'm involved in too
Store
3 floors up then straight ahead
If someone thought to lock the door
Use the fire escape instead
Someone's always up to something
One thing's
and do damage by telling tales
My notebooks in my backpacks where the ink dwells
My whole homes' on my back just like a turtle shell
Almost like I can say
was too tired to think about it at this hour
He kissed Jenny goodnight, turned out the lights
And closed the door, readying himself for the day to come
Skittles
I was born off in that
Jungle raised by gorillas
And some killers that don't give a
Fuck about none you niggas
Free, told my dawg I'ma bring him
in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by,
huh, a bassoon....
Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns...
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
worlds in the same location and
One day we ended up speaking
And I would talk about college, she would talk about meetings
And how she's planning
that pussy in a hearse
Shawty electric her pussy a Tesla
All of my days feel like they December
Ain't saving these I ain't no avenger
Put an emoji next
ahead and get that advance
Shit I'ma go do it again
I haven't slept in like three days
I still don't check up on my fam
I'm trying to be all that I can
Intro/Chorus: The Lox
Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't
"I feel like everybody wants something from me"
"Yeah tell me about it, it's a cold world out there
Sometimes I think I'm getting a little frosty
downed 3
But I ain't drunk enough
I'm still tryna figure out
What the fuck is love
I've been let down
A million times by my blood
I won't be appreciated
like a regular
Guy, and um, he was like
"Hey! anyone wanna go
To the mall? I'll buy you lunch" something
Like that and we were like sure
Paul I didn't
defined traffic
The way my schoolin' end
Less-ly defined every day
One exquisite fitted crisis rivets
An octagon of red
To the ceiling above my bed
It's not
something to say
Something to say about America's murder town
Here to prove that Detroit is the worst around
On the streets, roaming population
Word is heard
on the imagination of man
If you ask about its soil and its sand, it is the sensation of mist and saffron
And if you ask about its ceiling, it is the throne
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
don't wanna make a scene
But let me tell you something about my cool team
We beat Duluth on point uni
'Cause Eauzone's got better community
So many teams
a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars
Without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate
nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three days since the living room
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
I realized it's
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