Lyrics:
Nta fachel w cute men lkhr
Deban kima nta ydor 3el lkhra
Trap w deep harb men ldb men lkhr
9alo 3elya wack nta f rap lag
Matyhch wa3r visage ta3 bang
(Thirty)
five on the bud niggaz (Thirty-one)
Deep in the game niggaz, (Thirty-two)
out there slangin' cane niggaz (Thirty-three)
Them main niggaz,
You'd think it was poker
God will take me to the Crystal Palace
In another league now
So by Gods grace I'll manage
My life and my team
Are influenced by
You better back the fuck up
Bring in the posse as we anti up
Deep like a mob in a mosh pit
Ready to riot, this is the rage you erupt
Inner spirit like
is a mark
It says the waters adjacent to the isle
Are patrolled
By their deadly Uboats
So if you wanna travel
Be prepared to be sunk
In the waters
T3EZ me
You will get checked just like ID
You will get wrecked just by me
Catch me in the pub, doing tai chi
No I'm not a toy, don't try me
Catch me
know I'm dressing well (Oo)
Nobody even close to the best I can tell (Oo)
Bad feeling when you get a test & fail
Only rollin three deep, that's the magic
of your life
It's two brothers side by side
With some dangerous minds
We two deep
at the countdown's arc
The countdown arc starts 10, 9, 8
Thrust makes it fly, 7, 6, 5
Try not to lose, at 4, 3, 2
By the time I hit 1, it's undone
Won't someone
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
personal, we didn't finish the job.
Ménage à trois.
We kill niggas wit' they dick hard.
They got me lookin' at the letta stuff.
Why the fuck they left
sees in him
'Cause she's a good girl with a sweet heart
But they've both got demons and a deep past
You know opposites attract, apparently
I never
sleep
Acid good
The wraps are wood
Eve wanna seduce me
Three way with Lucy
Feel like I need pay
Or a uzi
I know I needa pray
But I'm too deep
Want shrooms
flossin'
Hundred bands every time I walk in
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama,
how many niggaz can talk to a bitch and get they dick sucked
Like me a pimp that you neva saw
Now how do you say "manage trois"
When my shit gets soft
And the cities that will manage to stay afloat will have seasonal heatwaves
30, 000 Will die in the US just for that by the mid century
What a horrific fate
hydro
Smooth gotho, Ray, it's aiight I got those
I got this, son I spotless
Frozen watches, belts wit the notches
Bitches topless, three-way manages
Eatin' sushi off her body no karate I'm the [?]
3 ninjas, Tum Tum, Colt, & Rocky
Bloodsport Van Damme
Polo can't manage
Even with my eyes shut, I would
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