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I swear this shit is worth it
We ain't gotta try to make it perfect
3rd times a charm let's put the work in
Lets put in work
Young nigga done
the 3rd time
I can't keep saving bitches
Bitch I ain't James Bond
No I don't fuck with blondes
We made a profit off them bags
We do it every time
Man we
again
When stealing slaves and land is the ultimate sin
November 3rd Im Biden Harris unite for the win
Reporter
You think that we are making progress
a 30, might leave you with sum
I'm young and turnt, I might fuck on my teacher or sum
Hop in the booth 3rd day tape coming
Get in my jam can't control it
incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me,
Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your
by the wishing well
Checking out of the love motel
Making plans for the sunshine state
Waiting at the terminal gate
You and me making history
This
Why'd you make me
Remember September 23rd
And not December 3rd
(The day we met)
Cause you said
I don't love you anymore
With the coldest eyes
Wish
the D that got you stalkin idnt it?
3rd leg got me walk-in in her
If you feeling froggy leap frog
And i ain’t talkin bout no educated kid games
Whip
Heard Of Me
These Niggas The First To Swear They Hot But Nigga We Been On 3rd Degree
Aint No Chance Of Holding Me
What’s They Score Like O For 3
He
face
I can't even feel it
She say she love me
But I think I love my money more
I jumped in
took a risk like Geronimo
I got the 3rd on me lil boy
Can't
instead
On your side of the bed
Misdemeanors, felonies
Giving me the 3rd degree
Why you gotta' be so cold
You know that I am kinda' dumb
My brain's a little
twisting, twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And you're never gonna be out of reach
There's a call-box
seen it all thru my 3rd eye
The numbers don't add up then you divide
Subtract that from bullshit and ride out
Niggas hate
Women lie
I don't trust a soul
Damn, damn, damn James
Dickie shorts and Lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene
Gangsta boys bligga's lit, riding out talking shit
drowning in a pool of sin. My mind was saying no but couldn't help what I felt within
3rd down, you caught me flirting, and you confronted me
Told me I was
She came in looking good and looking around
She's checking out every man in the room right now
Don't go telling her about right or wrong
She's
like surgery
I’m really hot like 3rd degree fuck niggas that ain’t heard of me
Charging for the features now you whack you get a double fee
Penthouse
Committin' adultery the lords temple is the
Source of this hypocrisy
Convicted felons NORE
3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni
In neighborhoods - foreign
of platinum, mouth full of gold
.40 Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue 'cause
to disagree
An MC 3rd degree
I'm a sick sadistic, son of a bitch with six sixes
Crucifixion, you can't even choke yourself
For asphyxiation, you
cries out for revenge
Truth be told
And death is upon the ground
All around
Tribulation strikes and we're hit hard
Still you just go on your way
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
I'm back in the 3rd tell me the word
I'm was the first to know
I pull up an swerve watch 'em disperse
Some of 'em move to slow
She grabbing her purse
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