Lyrics:
me she was spotted by the neighbor's kid
She can't come back now 'cause they know our secret
Unless I can make them keep it
If I do she may come
growth spurt hit (it don't matter 'bout the size)
I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap ('cause you're here, right?)
I got "Freshman Player
And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids fuckin' pillow fight with it
You want smoke? I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I use to get jumped
it's going to feel when we hug and kiss
Sugar, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you all right
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
huh)
Obsessed fan with my pictures in ya hooptie (uh huh)
You heard my record now ya know I'm freaky (that's right)
So ya wanna wreck it and ya wanna
leads back to you
Uh, I got that shit in my system, somebody gon' be my victim
Eh, so where you at with it? 'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need
Life is a roll like the dice and you know? [Repeat: x3]
Do you want to play?
Now if you, base out and ace out
Ace is an ass out
Also an ass
harder than hard
All the suckers are barred
You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred
See the problem is you want what another man has
goddamn accident...
Cameras, action, lights
What, lookout, civil rights
Whiplash, po-po, fed-lillers, killin' kids
Crisis, c'mon, get it now, sound
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
new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in
the together and the strong as well as the deranged
I'll do you right like bobby knight
And then I'm rapping on the mic to the Broadway light
Stomp my hands,
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
of time
If you get the chance, do it right
Let it out, say it now
Say it
[Chorus: x2]
I'm ready
Ready to shout it out, shout it out loud
So
and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
Yeah motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo
All I need, bomb ass freak nigga
it's going to feel when we hug and kiss
Sugar, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you all right
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
3rd
Always #1 while you staying in 3rd
Cetti on da beat n he speaking speaking his word
Dani on da beat, n he made that shit glow
I'm whipping the jag,
deeper than 3rd degree
And you asking me why I leave
I hope me telling my perspective give you some sort of relief
(Check it)
Now you asking why I ain't
and run you shit
Can’t tell you secrets bout the
Niggas I been running with
Cause this some Illuminati shit see
Through our 3rd eye
All we know is murder
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,
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
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