Lyrics:
prettier at closin' time
When the change starts taking place
It puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the back street bars
If I could rate
Down by the river if you get the shivers, Ill put it around you
Were makin them memories in the moonlight and red wine, vinyl static
Three words, two
It's the KMD ? g fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're sprayin'
My ace is in the hole
So what you playing
"KMD and 3rd bass is just
say I'm the best at what I do
After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'
So I tell them all to put that on somethin'
niggas goofy as a fuck, I can't agree to disagree
I call lil Jefe up that nigga burn you like a 3rd degree
He was a standup nigga till we put him in his
else around gift of art 3rd tape
Damn I love the way that sounds
No matter what I do I put my all in
They wanna see me lose but I won't fall in
And I
the place where you first met me
In a getaway car (oh-oh-oh)
No, they never get far (oh-oh-ah)
No, nothing good starts in a getaway car
It was
fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must
I carry every weapon bitch u know i got artillery
Got me shootin like im stephen but im burnin up the muh fuckin 3rd degree bitch
violent
Jokin’ but I’m smilin,’ and he silent,
Thinkin’ you could silence me with your degree
Burnin’ you with tyrants, it’s a 3rd you see
See me but you
sorry, please don't leaves".
I'll count from one to three,
Said you'd be the 1 2 set me free,
But I'm burnt to the 3rd degree.
(The fire feels cold, yet
the largest so if he asses out he got no hoes
Just three new charges ass and face up in the cut look who dodges wait the
Case is open and shut fuck garages
didn't mean to be mean
An giving the 3rd degree
I know it stings but come on foo
You knew how we Mexicans do
Just put some vaporu an you'll be cool
A Salty
prettier at closing time
When the change starts taking place it puts a glow on every face
Of the fallen angels of the back street bars
If I could rate
correct like i was texting with an Asterisk
Always come correct
Always come correct
Bullshit ain’t concerning
X3
Verbally i’m 3rd degree my burners are
America great
Needless to say again
When stealing slaves and land is the ultimate sin
November 3rd Im Biden Harris unite for the win
Sergio Verse 1
Cops
face
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what's shakin
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
In
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
to the 3rd degree robbery say it war time I'm trynna bust me a score huggin clock stuck in box I run it up get to a bag might cop a jag f-type all I see is
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Tremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave
3rd Ave, Ogden, Webster, Simpson
Yo, we the Bronx avengers, partners
loyal to me
Brought the heat 3rd degree
Race to the top like Grand Prix
Kick it like I'm sandy
Kick it like I'm sandy
im 3rd degree
Im dropping out no degree
If you dont notice, now you notice me
I burn the tree
And smoke the leaf, but that aint me
Im only eighteen
need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take
Like I got my own nursery
Make ya knees weak
Like a 3rd degree robbery
Bitch I'm gasser than the propane
Bakin soda like a snowmayne
She likes snow
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