Lyrics:
Them CZ's
This Gucci jacket cost three g's
Green leaf full seaweed
Windchill freeze least three degrees
Ben Frank's an Anomaly
Both Quality
By
In a world where letters dance
A is jumping B takes a chance
C is twirling all around
D and E together bound
Numbers join one by one
Two and three
flowers . . . is just as picking thoughts,
Multitudinous
Scratched away into existence
Three men, and three women, fly through rainforest trees
Just by
upstairs, downstairs, backyard, lawn chairs
Living room, bathroom, bedroom, furnace room
Hot tub, cedar deck, build a fire, washer/dryer
Pantry, patio,
Thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the Leer
Dressed in a black tux, forty cal tucked, strapped in a chair
Half-asleep hoppin' out of my
Verse 1
Tell me why you sit and cry by yourself in that lonely chair
Tell me why you sit and lie to yourself about why you care
Hindered by emotions,
I go hard by any means that's jus the way I was raised
I promise its deeper than money I been getting paid
Won't catch crying in that chair I ain't
life', he's showing up my way
He says, there's a lot thats due -
There are three ways to pay:
For the bereaved we've got to dare
Electric chair, death can
dreams......(repeat))
a couple nights with my alarm set for ten I've gone
to sleep in my bed then woke up in the pentagon
in the basement, adjacent to the war room
by
as they eye can see,
Times 3 we gone make it that's a guarantee,
But if you get up and make your own way,
More pride builds up and laziness will decay,
cock times 3
A rock times 3
Rub them together
And they gon cock like me
Slicc Vic the dick
Im like Kodak
But I bop by she
And she ya main dish
So you
they'll put me in a pod,
I got niggas posted on 3 just like a shootin guard, I tried to catch a play, I fucked around and caught a charge ("fuck 12")
Still
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
shot
So he knew it was time to kill
Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
Three little pigs
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
And I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And by a thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had
we here, we might as well get all of it
Inshallah allahu akbar supporter
CNN, desert men supreme order(word)
[Capone]
A kassi[???], three
the flick of my wrist
Whip it whip it whip it
Im in the studio I must admit
We cooking it up
4Mullah we getting lit
We cooking it up
Im in the chair with my
admit
We cooking it up
4Mullah we getting lit
We cooking it up
Im in the chair with my feet up lounging
Mastered my tracks
Now my pro tools bouncing
We
growing, get lost in time Roman
Cannabis competitions like Romans
Still hit the woods by sloaning
Lime green or good omen pBS reruns of Conan
Trading places
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here
Vintage Hermes by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
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