Lyrics:
told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means
touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
God and don't you know
(Be strong)
You got the power if you look deep inside
(The flow y'all)
Just let God be your light
(Rock on)
And He'll make it
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap
on the go if it has to do with the green (bang)
Yaaba na yaaba (yaaba)
Bad energy 3ny3 ha
Cuz the fire man dey bring fire service serf can’t come closer
In
feel
Ya'll need be loco,
Dig a hole in you bolo
Look out for dolo
Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo
On the creek and point
can pin you all in them disguises
So if you want to come test
Definite action must proceed
But before it goes down
I gots to alert the rest of my
the system so I'm always in the queue
Ya'll drew too few ideas from the three muses
So don't be surprised if its you who's always losin
I try to tell you but
UndenYable we giving em hell
So unstoppable ain't no way to fail
Only option is to go in and kill
This our year if I must say so myself
We three
Two Three
If you pull up catch me in my sleep
If you want it try to take it off me
Test your luck lil homie that's fine by me
But if you run too deep
Oh lawd
Oh lawd
Too many dead on tha same street
My pain run deep
3 dead in tha same Jeep
My pain run deep
Prosecutor tryna frame me
My pain
doots spit
But really when we talkin' bout that true
This be that true sick
Shoot ya shot little homie, get ya game tight
Yeah we got the same mics
But
the deep end
I let her catch her breath just before I go deep in
If I'm in it it's tinted, so you can't peep in
How you trap all week, then go broke by
one
Emcees with true art like the sun
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that
equal
Chillin' on islands where the sand and the ocean is deep blue
They're three things that I got on my list
You qualify, you my Miss, I count em
and strawberries in the bag
One finger going in while I'm kissing the lips
Got ya vibrating that ass and moving them hips
Had to get ya juicy before ya ride this
you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)
[Tek]
It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
Three
a
Peacekeeper, see you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That'll eat ya, niggas wanna keep speakin', like it ain't even that deep
I got heat that'll
I YA YA YA
Anybody that know how to hustle
Go clap three times one time
So I YA YA YA
You know I'm on my grind
For the haters I ain't got no time
So I
asf
Ya you cant ride with gang if you aint lit enough
Ya gear match my bike when im stepping out
Ya she cant ride the bike if she gone run her mouth
by a thread
I got Ephesians 3:20 it's written in my head
October 23'
Was on the devils neck
Used to get high now I got 1 Peter 5:8 instead
Now that I
snake what wake up or bake up pay up or break up
You're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up pimping ain't
Easy but if ya mac you'll be
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
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