Lyrics:
on
DJ, just play that song
'Cause I wanna be dancing (DJ) all night long
Play my, play my, play my, play my
Play my favorite song (Uh)
I don't care
the Illuminati stripped us of Bohemian growth
Burning 3rd degree free masons of old the American Chapter, "the skull and bones"
The matrix sign of the sacred
I used to slang my toys
Flipping Halloween candy November 1st to the 3rd A hustler just like my pops
My mom thinks it's absurd I think that's why
Yeah I'm speaking in third person
Speaking in 3rd person
Yeah I'm speaking in third person
I hear everything they saying
I hear everything they
at a 3rd degree?
Or should I play the doctor here to fix you during surgery?
It's all likes that don't matter fine nigga Friday baby I'm so flattered
in 3rd degree
Like I wasn't dropping bangers
Just last week
How haven't you blown yet don't ask me
Kanye on my life of Pablo
They heard me talk they
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
a pedigree
Scorpio in my chemistry, gemini is my felony
Back to rapping that 3rd degree, killing niggas with no degree
Literally I mean no degree, sweeting
Shawty waited I thousand more time's
Let me know how you tell me these lies
Lie , lies , lies , lies
1993 on my mind
On my mind
Cut the cake on 3rd
LSD
Putting fire on theses tracks like its 3rd degree
Heating up more then Cole on the KOD
Hit your chick on a flick that's a POV
Mumble rap spread more
that it's over, ain't no debatin' (uh)
All you need is me playin' on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
I don't wanna play no games, play
on the dresser (The dresser)
Tried to play me can’t finesse a finesser (Nope)
Burned my heart to the 3rd degree
Blinded by love baby can’t you see
I just can’t
Bitch I'm screaming out red rum for real!
I'm trying to hit the pussy I be in that fucking field
Hollow points on it yea that be that 3rd degree
Don't say
give a fuck, I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could
Looks could kill, measure 3rd degree
When I mean mug you
But I Change the course of my tribe
Advance the team huddle
I've been still for some time
Want
Ayo 3rd where you been at?
Show 'em that heater
Let me lift your mind to a new horizon
Let me Explain somethin' to you
I have a love for you that's
guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward
life is changing
Yo mind is complacent
Let's come together and face it
Scene of the robbery
At 5th & 3rd broadway
All me n no Yahweh
Play sinister today
High or low it's all the same
Living by your world is a sucker's game
And I'm used to taking all the blame
Can't bother taking that high road home
Loafanese
Skinny jeans got the hoes in these
No designer still got loaf in these
A nigga so hot like 3rd degree
Only the squad
My team so strong
the court room my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.
my soul like Nemo Nemo
Now that the shrooms they
Have entered me
I got my 3rd eye with no surgery
I feel like Hunter Thomson to the 3rd degree
I'm
Committin' adultery the lords temple is the
Source of this hypocrisy
Convicted felons NORE
3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni
In neighborhoods - foreign
can't think you're winning
So keep a straight line
And when you see the light
Don't trip
Just climb
Everything you see is in disguise
Gotta have that 3rd
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