Lyrics:
and expensive
So hard it'll put you in intensive care
Proceed with caution
Often suckers get lost in the sauce when
Faces just start speakin' on faces
heater I’m toating it’s making Him heavenly
Lemon squeeze hop out the car give Him 3rd degree
Running him down give a fuck Where a nigga be
Ayy
Blow on who
greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor
a quarter piece
Can't put a BIC lighter to the flames that I be serving G
They swear they never heard of me
Well fuck around and see
I give these men the 3rd
34, 34
2 birds, 2 sides of the swingman
3rd time, fuck a charm, this a ring band
Right here when they ask
"Where the king at?"
Chain on a thrift
With none to my name what's there to lose huh
They say I'm sippin' too much booze
Yeah I live by the bottle huh
Face the whole day full throttle
In
BUSTED FOR FIRST DEGREE I WAS TO BLIND TO SEE WHO WAS TO BLAME FOR IT ALL
SOME SAID THE DEVIL, BUT GOD ONLY KNOWS IF I PUT MY FUTURE IN HIM
OTHER FOLKS
under the skull swear I got paper for brains.
Came out with the fire and covered my face niggas had thought it was Kane.
Too hot like 3rd degree word
It was the 3rd of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day.
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay.
And at dinner time we stopped
Thicker like a brother
Mood laughing to a homer
Man pumps awake her
Clay mold by turning
Talents start of vocalizing
Being wise through shedding
3rd verse
to the play (we gone)
Who said they ain't havin' they way? (Who?)
Might have a lil' more on they plate (eat it up)
We havin' our way in three ways (woo)
OVO
Remedy uh
It was healing me uh
You were hurting me uh
Burning me to the 3rd degree
To be honest
I'm well polished
With all love
Look at what I
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
it on a piece of paper
Then you put a stamp on it
And they'd get it three days later
Boys would call the girls
And girls would turn them down
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
ah rider
You gone catch ah 3rd degree tryna play with fire
Demons creep I get no sleep it's safe to say I'm tired
Might put codeine inside my drink I'm
go on and on
Can't understand how I last so long
I must have the superpowers
Last two-hundred twenty-three thousand hours
And it's 'cause I'm off
doing fine but then they never put the time in
I try to hide my cold side like when I flip my pillows
Some of the the songs I write are real
Because
Down at the best spot
It's me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot's hot and everybody nervous
That's when the blue car
And what do you tell those families that now have to put they sons down?
George Floyd was murdered yet the cop only caught 3rd degree?
That was no accident,
gonna have a hit
You gotta make it fit
So they cut it down to three o five
I am the entertainer
The idol of my age
I make all kinds of money
When
to the 3rd degree
Lisarola isondo le ANC
Lisarola isondo le ANC
The kids still crying, the kids still dying
Every year dawg they're occupying
Foreigners yep
hard to show my face round lately
In this small town
I guess they heard the news
'Bout me and you
It's three a.m. and I can't sleep at all
I wonder where
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
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