Lyrics:
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
but post it on the
Grammy
With this nick and this cannon I be wild n out
Put the charger 3rd gear and I be sliding out
Yeerp
you could holla back
Ooh you should back that ass
Ooh what’s under the mask
Ooh imma fuck on that
3RD VERSE \\\ KODI
Ooh
How you look like that?
to the muthafuckin dogg house
Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
the sauron
400 ug he say that shit boring
Look at your timeline they changed how its sorted
3rd eye its open we finally exploring
Saeef he back and we kicking
know me none
Riding ‘round on my Big Worm, if you owe me funds
cnd I can you show guns but I'm not a goofy
I see all with my 3rd eye
Send shots at ya
gymnastics
Some artist paint pictures that a plastic
Always talking how they eating should have fasted
40 days 40 nights a phenomenon
The 3rd of the 5 pillars
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
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
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat around
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
in the worst place
All I had was beastie boys and third bass
I'm the dude who always come down in 3rd place
Until I heard the story of Your Life
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
riders,outsiders,moneybiters,
Ma-anz,who flick their lighters,
Comin' out 3rd face,or streetfighter,
Anythin' manz gonna catch an' eat ya,
(Reepa)
You say we're anythin',
gone
It was a 3rd row heartbreak
People think our life is easy
'Cause they think we've got it made
But we're living underpressure
Just to be
she was third row center coolin'
She was cold
Last note of the last song
House lights up they came on
When I looked she was gone
It was a 3rd row
and leave ya
Beside a lonely road or inside a meat freezer
That's the way it goes on the
3rd rock from the sun (earth)
Alone circling the light were we
Begun
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
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