Lyrics:
Rubber band on rubber band who got the budget
Coming to you live from the 3rd got her ass looking light
Did you lie won't you twerk it's my California
To seemingly give up everything you have
Is this what it is to give up a dream
I love you and gave you my everything
From 3rd grade street games
To real pads
a pedigree
Scorpio in my chemistry, gemini is my felony
Back to rapping that 3rd degree, killing niggas with no degree
Literally I mean no degree, sweeting
fascinate
When I let my 3rd eye exaggerate
Freaky visions, I tell you what I see
Cold concrete scattered with dry leaves
You naked lying on the pavement
Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
Hot as fucking mercury
Flying over 3rd degree uh
cint no black belt this more a burgundy
Like the blood on leaves or the trees when I murder
and the "rappers" are in quotes
If I had me a degree, this a 3rd degree at most
I specialize in burnin all these beats into a roast
I'm the mastermind of mine, ain't
responsible for all this"
He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him
<<<<<<<<<3rd
I've got Slide Away
Move Away Like Express Mail
My Imagination Surprise You
Like The New York City Subway
3rd Rail
One Half Missing
Three Third's
thing on lock (On lock) and nobody else got the key (Got the key)
And you know that I bring the heat (The heat), so beware of that 3rd degree (3rd degree
already, 3rd ass was heavy
"Nas this is sherri, sherri this is nas, and his man, ready?"
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them
"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference
like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
it all without a drama
After you just said you wanna be a momma
Maybe you forgot to say not with me
Cause you knew you were gon face a 3rd degree
You
the 3rd degree
Got no religion but niggas convert to me
And the decisions to kill 'em and keep the peace
But want beef I could bring delivery
They be acting
am more monster
An entity
With some enemies
Though they feeling me
The emcee
That will set it off
To the 3rd degree
An Apex predator
Who you
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
Safety off, for my safety on my piece,
Paid all this money to not use my degree,
They mean to kill us and they get 3rd degree,
Need a vacay paradise
and a blue sea
Walking on the beach bare feet with a
Drink poured out like a true g
Humbled internally better bill suttin
Burn it up to the 3rd degree
It's
got you but it won't get me
He's in a little demon to the 3rd degree,
Mo drugs, White thugs and wanna be's,
Soldiers of the burbs all guilty see,
that beat
Then I billed that bat and I burnt that tree
With a 3rd degree
Ye the words come clean
Hopped in da coupe switch lanes swerve da V (Skurrt skurrt!)
Ice on da wrist like I did surgery (Surgery, Bling blaow!)
Flamming these tracks to the 3rd
and sittin' and layin' in line
First they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'
And get saved for the 3rd time this week
A bowl of soup
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