Lyrics:
I go by the name of Frank Zulu The 3rd
Fuck what you heard
Bars are to litty in the city, YEH!
Ha!
Yep, yep, ugh!
Huh, look. Frank Zulu The 3rd
show love when u a dead guy
It was never Suicide until I said bye
Now I’m chillin smoking weed with the most high
I gotta headache from opening my 3rd
now hunting for my dreams
No Kareem I'm not a Cleveland Brown gift of art 3rd tape
Damn I love the way that sounds did it by myself
I ain't have nobody
with a limp and my dick lengthy
So is the clip in my Glock
Heard 3rd times a charm
Just might put a whole brick in my arm
For them nights, I would
make music for a check
I do tht shit for the feels
Niggas losing cuz my point of view,
It come from the Hills
3rd eye open, so you see it on the back
fuck all this shit
I ain't meant to be shit but I still feel lit
How come nothing never goes my way
I've always be sad since the 3rd grade
I feel like
no cash, you don't wanna fuck with me
i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree
with the strike of a match hit the gasoline
drop pills! drugs
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
burning burning up
3rd rock from the sun keeps turning
Yeah I'm burning burning burning burning up
I'd go crazy I'd go crazy if you leave
Yeah im burning
A sly poet as yal know it the kanes back
Adversary’s wonder how I did it, its just that
3rd chorus :
The rule applies, better be in it to win it, stood
this nigga kept it up,
Up to bat the 3rd time, nigga struck out
Blamed it on tha bitch and told her "get the fuck out"
(People say its dirtyyy, people
Moses
And make the 3rd Testament the next time you smokin'"
"I made you the oldest, so you could keep growin'
And make the 3rd Testament the next
my tokens, Chuck E cheese
All this shit from grindin' and hard work
It ain't luckily
I'm too 3rd Wall, wide open, lay up
I'll still shoot the three
whip-whip-whipping like a wire whisk
Scars on the skin been surviving in the fire pit
Hold on had 3rd degree burns
Gotta do your research on the people that you
telekinetically
I burn heat with 3rd Degree emergencies, Urge Mcs with Urgency
Wage a whimsical war of written words with me
Prefer to eat the weak verbally
Speech
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
burn it 3rd degree
Yea
We got one life are we gon' stay up
Could be done tonight rage til' it breaks us
Always a fun high pop a molly shapes numb
You
shirts
Money come in we ain't never gone hurt
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 1st
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 3rd
Money come in like I work
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)
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
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
not lose and if you thought
I will settle for anything less than homie
I got news to the 3rd degree
NC's in a state of emergency
(Yes, yes, get it
tryna stifle it
I swear I'm not throwing shots I'm fully cocked on my rifle spit
Jesus died then on the 3rd day he arose
I was born on the 3rd so we're
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