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I love to see you smile from ear to ear when I mention Olive Garden
That shrimp alfredo but my 1st 2nd 3rd option
With henn and blunt full course meal

in love from the first time
I've heard it all I'm the worst right
Swing by then I'm out like the 3rd strike 

I get the pack and then I hit a play

should've been our mission
"Take our country back"
Rally cry of the opposition
3rd party split votes but
People didn't listen
Blacks and millennials chose

up them words, got back on the curb
Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being done
Ain't honest work, but it

Sleezy ewok
Fuck wrong with these niggas man?
This motherfuckin' NYC nigga
We don't do no motherfuckin' drive by's nigga
We walk the fuck up,

get burned to the 3rd degree
Cuz I ain't no bitch ain't no fucking me
I promise you shit can get ugly
She a thot I can't give her no wedding ring
I need

Cabo loops
Started chopping up some real samples,
My 3rd eye spot spies, yeah I'm guided in my temple
By the angels of the Most High, Jah Rastafari
I cut

Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is

3rd verse

Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't no parties in LA
Without

That'll tear up a terrorist
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is

3rd verse

Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't

to the bottom of the ocean.
They awoke and,
Nothing can stop
Tsunami waves drop.
The flow taking over ya
Nothing to garb a hold of ya.
Showing ya ,
with the 3rd

time

No one cares cause life ain't fair, keep smiling, smiling
Walk on by don't bat an eye keep smiling, smiling

Here ya go enjoy the meal 
Now How

been sittin ready
Since Common back wit a fro doe
I'm on go mode
See back in the day
I would have gripped a different grain
My lane is super Saiyan, 3rd

every way everyday aye
3rd degree burns need the bands on me
Count up this bread till my hands turn green hands turn green
Don’t fuck with no new niggas,

onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
Pull up on a fuckin' enemy, 3rd degree
(Goddam) now I'mma go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch)
And leave the fuckin'

rest my case
Yeah I really write
All my damn lyrics like my mind is tight
Inside job what it feels like
But I’m letting loose
Like my 3rd wife
Shit I’d

bed and go put the pen to the sheet

Luv, 3rd Lyfe

fire burns 3rd degree
You run to the trap wit the rest of the boys
I pass out of it 
Move silent no noise 
tell a bitch the same 
Tell a girl the same

Blocking out the negativity
Haters I bypass
Bragging bout a raise you're underpaid
I knew that shit
When I was back in 3rd grade
On my momma
I know they

body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street

I wasn't rich or poor

Niggas be slick
Thinking they plug hunting
Tryna Richard porter

3rd person
Serving dese niggas
Man go see him
To place a order

the front same size as the engine
Here that choochop choo after revin
Down shift that Hoe then I'm makin my exit
Keep it in 3rd cuz I like the response
24

atleast
So forgive me if relations feel so surface feel so cheap
I've been clouded way too long 3rd eye blinded by the streets
They just sheep to music some

Scott's vomit
Pawn shop, final 33 in the 3rd deep
Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Side one track one, deadlock
Stalemate jailbreak wait to gain
Build

same field not a talent was hid
Then after hours you can see where trajectory slid
They started 3rd shift I went back to being a kid
Damn
How grateful I