Lyrics:
(Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (what?), no cigar (what?)
They close as fuck (yeah), but no cigar
Three hard like a saw, nothin' goodie but Mob
perfected it
She soaking sun by the bay
And she look so good by the way
And She all I need like every day
I make that move I see your face
And it's love
Ho ho ho hold me
It's 5 degree celsius
Chan chan chan change your clothes
Who's ready for X-mas
Come with me
To the party where you never ever have
Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you
c wise man said it and I do believe it's true
Me I'm just a guy who's dogged by catastrophe
Now I'm
meet someone
Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run
I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old
He took my mom out
a stroller
Cut yo ass down like a lawn mower
(blah blah blah)
Who's that bitch? Yeah I don't know her
Sippin' on wock, no Coca-Cola (sip)
Feelin' like a boss,
it’s workin and bein apart of the team/
Give y’all a second to breathe/
Couldn’t imagine imagination leveled me up another degree/
Salt and peppered who
give you third degree
Get down on your knees
Baby I'm a king
Balling like Kareem
Atl dream
Feeling like Mello I pull up for three
Wet up your partner
I
No matter where I try to hide
I feel it its presence by my side
Who goes there?
Who goes there?
Foot steps runnin’
Who goes there?
Somethings bumpin’
Through our knowledge of Him
Who called us
By His own glory and goodness
He was given everything for
Live and godliness
Through our knowledge of Him
You don't know who you f***ing with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
associates, afiliates
We have the lyrical enemy surrounded in all three fronts, we've obliterated the mediatic lies funded by childish circus of
mainstream
cooling in suicide doors still my heart beating
I don't know who to trust my heart beating
the truma never goes away my heart beating
Pain don't last
Man I´m hustling off my ass
About to be releasing regularly tracks
Growing into my greatest self by what I express in my raps
Homie I don´t need
laugh at the perils we're facing
Gonzo: Every storm we ride is its own reward
And people die by falling overboard
And people die by falling
DMV never die we just multiply
Why the fuck these niggas wellin'
Moe like they don't know
Who the fuck this is kill
Phily Skeamz who are you
You
ain't no secret
Hit you with rhythms that'll leave you speechless
Concrete techniques bomb beats and cause casualties
Axis the master, Three60 his
ain't no secret
Hit you with rhythms that'll leave you speechless
Concrete techniques bomb beats and cause casualties
Axis the master, Three60 his
ain't no secret
Hit you with rhythms that'll leave you speechless
Concrete techniques bomb beats and cause casualties
Axis the master, Three60 his
ain't no secret
Hit you with rhythms that'll leave you speechless
Concrete techniques bomb beats and cause casualties
Axis the master, Three60 his
It's like 3:03 in the mornin'
I'm off some bourbon
You feel me?
Mai puchun khudse mere paas par na hai jawaab
Mai dhundhun sach ko par ye sab milate
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
(two suddenly next to one)
two sa three back full i'm gonna be the same
all the weaker mock (aim) end, all of me (all the mean) created
ol mi ten
of the epilogue
By, no means, will simply
Be, the manner in which it is solved
Each of his plans succeeding to a varying degree
Till his mindset had the chance
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