Lyrics:
3rd Circle Of Hell
Never knew the feeling of refusing an offer of beer
Whether Qingdao Yanjing I'll turn them all into my tears
Crying out like
now all niggas trap in
Sub state substance all the subtle signs
Come 3rd even Tiamat earth
3rd month 3rd day 3rd date what is your worth
I feel
TETHERED TO AN ANCIENT RITE KNOWN AS THE KALIK NA WHICH REQUIRES THAT THE 3RD SON OF A 3RD SON ON THE 3RD MONTH OF THE 3RD YEAR BE SACRIFICED TO THE GOD
3rd
Always #1 while you staying in 3rd
Cetti on da beat n he speaking speaking his word
Dani on da beat, n he made that shit glow
I'm whipping the jag,
many girls
But ain't met a woman
Who's worth a date
Go wit the flow
Cuz I been the type
To just play to fate
Get your body
And lay to waste
3rd child
the foundation of what you need
My heart is on fire in 3rd degree
I look in your eyes and I smile
Been needing your love for a while
If you need me pop up in no
the street
My friend, poor Cherokee Louise
Ever since we turned 13
It's like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out to get your 3rd degree
And comin' in
LSD
Putting fire on theses tracks like its 3rd degree
Heating up more then Cole on the KOD
Hit your chick on a flick that's a POV
Mumble rap spread more
Hottest in my section i can't name a nigga hot as me
Messing with that fire up and burned him in the 3rd degree
Hundred hundred hundred yeah that
Remedy uh
It was healing me uh
You were hurting me uh
Burning me to the 3rd degree
To be honest
I'm well polished
With all love
Look at what I
to use a band-aid
I was posted in that field like a damn slave
I can tell how you feel
Because I felt pain
I got 3rd degree burns when that hell came
words like Ron Burgandy
Give these beats the 3rd degree
It occurs that musics just a church to me
And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin
bumblebee
Double c with the double b
Your money no sense to me
She want designer she prada me
She think she hot as hell like 3rd degree
Stepping back dont
company
You got me burning up like a 3rd degree
We gon' run it up
We gon' lock it down
Yea You got me baby I can't leave
When it's said and done
It was all
Country, Rock 'n Blues, in the 3rd degree
Country, Rock 'n Blues boy, doesn't matter to me, play it now
So if you wanna make it boy, spin ya self some
yours to the pile and we'll start to make our great escape
I'd have to burn this city down
To make something brighter than you
I get 3rd degree burns from
the south 3rd ward calliope
(fiend)
I dropped on the streets
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Niggas gettin knock down
Needles in white lines
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
see
She’s straight in your arm
The 3rd time’s the harm
How many last times be 4
How many last times be 4
She’ll be setting you free
Free, free
Set you
important
I swear this shit is worth it
We ain't gotta try to make it perfect
3rd times a charm let's put the work in
Lets put in work
Young nigga done
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
disciple
You live in the 3rd dimension
Searching around for your attention
You can't face your own reflection
But all you niggas sound pretentious
Came from
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
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