Lyrics:
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
me,
I'm so fucking hot I burned her to da 3rd degree he
so industry I'm so fuckin hood
(Flocka)blowing purple tree and it taste so fuckin good(Flocka)
they brewing, cause ya foundation is proven
Like the Mayans, they want me Tulum (to loom) in my ruins
Ignorance was bliss, now it's just weaponized
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
flockin like a bird to me
Cause the diamonds burn ya eyes to a 3rd degree
So I pulled up to the crib she was rushin me cause the lih baby was steady tryna
but
Read please
A necessity
Unlike that 3rd degree
Which costs you more money
Than you well ever see
Stealing all of your energy
While owning rights
right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly
off
Fuck the world nigga, haha (beotch)
We back wodie! No limit! Snoop! (woof woof) p! And magic
So what I want y'all to do right now
Bounce! (shake
Dudley ?God-damn? Do-Right?
?You go give them liberals hell Ronnie.? That was the mandate. To the new ?Captain Bly? on the new ship of fools. It
wanna leave
I might get down on my hands and my knees
I have to plea
Not guilty in the 3rd
The 1st degree
In love with all yo' flaws and sins
Ik you want
to disagree
An MC 3rd degree
I'm a sick sadistic, son of a bitch with six sixes
Crucifixion, you can't even choke yourself
For asphyxiation, you
to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff
In the end, your true
sunshine till they gone...
Ain't no sunshine till they gone...
Juvenile:
I was born to survive, but the story returns.
After being treated 7 months for 3rd
Don't assume because I'm on my 3rd cake
Everyday my birthday
Just because I rock a ski don't mean Im a robba
I got my degree but I didn't get it outta
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
Ay
I don't wait in line, I'm never on time, it's a fine if you step on the Wallabees
Don't you come close to me
I lit a fire, like 3rd degree
think
May 3rd check the CD if you want a little
Knowledge bigger than college
I promise you the metaphoric's that
Will offer you solace like
The Great
to my heart like
A flame and it hurts
Ignored it at first but
Now I think it's something I must address
The right spot to get this
Thing off of my chest
Selling dreams come buy it
Uno dos Tres cuatro
These niggas think they macho
Weenie hut Jr you ain't popping
Sit down don't even got hoes
Now that's a lot
I can feel shame over me
(I believe you know just what you're doing now)
And I know it burn like 3rd degree
Yeah, yeah
But how she move can make
them eyes
Give the booth 3rd degree how i set this shit on fire
Ion gangbang but best believe that i got some ties
Bout my business need a crispy suit
precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will
bang & by niggas dat snort
Play it smart if you want to live life on life terms
Cause niggas get third degree burns behind jiggas & ferns
[Chorus]
my shoes/
Cause you ain’t they one they want/
Walk in a room and hear silence/
Can’t see but feel the eyelids/
Women do everything but approach/
Pissed
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