Lyrics:
to the third degree
I keep it G, damn G you owe us three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g
fucked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
always cause explosions
The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I
fuckin knew was stack money..
3rd Verse: How yu tell me
Yu go splatter me ?
Been steppin since ah youngin
It get wicked wen yu step to me
LaDawGGie
then I think it's time you learn
For there is not the problem
So leaders are acknowledged, I don't follow them
I turn into another degree
And find
start it independent, never doubt it,
Every sentence, gotta burn the beat to 3rd degree
And I put that on my mama, everybody
To Luigi to my cousins till
been given, wassup?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them
drop a new album by the end of the week
I ain’t slept for three days and i’m startin to tweak
Verse:
Like yeah
Upgrade from a dorm room to a condo
Mercy Me, I'm on fire touch me
And get burned to the 3rd degree
Servin' fiends, out the drive-thru
When I used to work at the
Burger King, now watch how
I
on a date like a
Lifer granted board
Imani on the mic like 23
Spitting heat
My tongue should be burnt to the 3rd degree
I go after do like re mi
I pay you
LYRICS CHORDS
American Born - G
V1
G
It's the cattails by the levee
F
where the water meets the stars
C
It's a rust-ed up chevy
G
It's a beat up
Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it
Album shop it, its all the same thang
Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise
slay me
Who you the game
And now they play me? Haha
Can't block the blessings heat seek to the woi
3rd eye forever 6ixin like ya mans was the boy
It's
wishing big, timmy turner
said i can't buy a queen i gotta earn her
nigga you touchin me, 3rd degree murder(STOP)
genuinely concerning
it's really a burden,
like a bitch
So face 'em to the facts bro'
And end up dead like this other nigga I used to know
I guess it's kinda sad g
But it really didn't face me til
influence, like Patrick Ewing rocking 33
You ain't heard of me it's B I G
Murder rapper spitting in the 3rd degree
Real as currency
Wishy-washy like
the mud, no shirt
Went broke 2 times, bounced back, word to God on the 3rd
They say I changed, I tell em' you right, but this ain't no sequel though
Others
fucked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
Ditty Dooo
Dam Ditty Dooo Damm Ditty Dooo
Damm Ditty Ditty Ditty Ditty Dam Ditty Dooo
Dam ditty do oh noo It's the 3rd degree flow bro
We ain't yolo just
Special
You Know I Wanna Be Honest With You Women So Ima Start Off Like This
[Verse: Drake]
Uh Look, I'm Bold From The Get Go
Go By The Title Of Drake
news to you
Always tryna stir the beef your girls a cow
When she's tryna flirt with me I turn her down
I'm giving her that 3rd degree but heard her out
I
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