Lyrics:
Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is
ain't here & what they was
By my lonesome, not many buds
Hate on me, but know it's love
But what's love got to do with it
Only love bud, bucks & nuts
Three pills for the in between
Two shots for the guarantee that nobody's gonna love me
Unless I sacrifice my own needs
One more bottle then I'm
The human mind can only perceive
Three dimensions of physical space and the fourth dimension of time
So again Space and Time
What's really
so the bucks on us, it's like
Just another day but it's not to us
We gotta keep the options up
Opportunities to rock ya, what
Yo we only really
At three A.M I hit the scene
Buck-toothed freaks drop at three-fifteen
Pull out with one ditch the other
I jumped in my ride and I burnt rubber
Party
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
the net jump a Corvette with a triple pirouette
but off the court he had a few temptations copulations
no moderations by 24 he had 3 pregnations
last check
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh Get out my face check it
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
Me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
stuck wit ‘em gave it up but couldn’t get a buck wit ‘em
He treat you like dirt, you swear you in love wit ‘em you a tag along, hang around thugs wit ‘em
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
cash
Chargin' thirty bucks a blow, twenty if it's three sucks or more
I was broke and my man spotted me the dough
So we, parked by the curb
Three
and hurt
My cousin sist' was shot
By fulani herdsman
Men she was kidnapped for
'Bout three to four days with a bullet in her butt
God gives and God takes
coughing
Stay with the dogs and we ride in a pack you can tell by the way that we barking
Back on the topic I'm making some profit bro pull up you know that
certain
This girl yeah she had the nerve to tell me I didn't deserve her
Three minutes flew by I look at the time I'm crashing and burning
Look at this
Don't count me to be y'all hero
I won't take a bullet for your pride or your ego
I'll watch em' fly by like Neo
C3P0 on the dot I'm on top of game
See
with these niggas no actually
I three sixty pulling niggas cards contractually
I love BOA make another transaction
I be in a all white fucking in
Last time that I checked
I own everything thing that I rep and when the check clear I'm going get a vet
C8 nothing less
G six three for my chick
Let
on Mars
Ohhh, I show love, I got a big heart
Did it by myself all from the start
Hop on the beat and go crazy (Yea) hop on the beat and go crazy (Yea)
Hop
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