Lyrics:
don't let it stop you
Burntout all week, turnt by the end
Catch a twerk love the way she bends
Shots in the air do it for the memories
3rd grade teacher
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
every time we ride by
3rd rock shorty you the flyest in the galaxy
Paint the perfect picture me and you could be a masterpiece
Romeo and Juliet
to the 3rd degree
Bitch I'm back
Smoking Backwoods full of nasty
Bags comin' straight from Cali
I got family in the valley
Taking flights that's up my alley
My
Clack, clack, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang
When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang
I got the funk when I got ta' do the ill thing
to come down
Yeah, playa worldwide 3rd coast all day
Mississippi wheel connected everywhere
Mind 4eva N a Day, forever how forever anyway
You know how
"Ain't steppin' to you, bitch," I say to myself
Plus she's bumpin' my music, ain't chasin' no tail like a skunk in heat
I could sweat her to some degree
days the worse be the 1st
And the 3rd
Even tho ween have no roaches still watch the raid nigga I ain't nervous
Know they gone hate when I blow up say
ain't gone take her out the streets because she ain't ah rider
You gone catch a 3rd degree tryna play with fire
Demons creep I get no sleep it's safe
loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce
Now crawl yo' head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just
play the whole game
Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang
Spend the whole thang
We ain't smoking on no hash, smoke the whole
that work without no CV yeah
Why they trying to press me like it's TV yeah
Gotta keep a strap ain't trying to catch a 3rd degree yeah
Tweaking off that
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
startin purposely
Man I swear that shit burn
Talkin 3rd degree
feel like itadori you the curse in me
You hate this shit but you still stay & you plottin
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone
It ain't no use
)
[Keith Murray]
Listen young boy this here ain't no game
You comin around us you gon' up them thangs
Rings chains and watch, and your ears give me
It's my thang, my thang alone
Some like a sweet romance
And some want to travel far
But I like a three point stance
And I hate to drive my car
But I'd
in and out of cars
Rep 4 cats wit 3rd murderers
That pop in and out of bars
D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs
Regime, Duce Click, Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz
the three can't be turned to a carving
Baby ik you ain't heard of me
I'm killing beats like its the 3rd degree
Lately I been on the come up
Steal
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