Lyrics:
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
and the 3rd
We try your man's, and then put on a shirt
488, right, nigga, I'm turnt
My cup dry, get the whole shit burnt
Push up on a nigga, get my money,
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
a mirror
You were born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
King of the world, but you barely cause a ripple
You've turned sitting on you ass into art
It's
wish yuh die frllll
Naw I ain't done
Right back at it
I'm totin the heat give him 3rd degree (That 3rd degree)
I'm hot as da sun
Ready fa static
Zooted
on a lemon squeeze
Murdering anybody thinkin they can murder me
3rd degree ,hit em wit the fye I don't do surgery
Level headed, clear my conscience up before
goal
3rd Bass settin' soul in the hole
Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man?
Why are you freezin' me out?
Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you
University
Melbourne PD they heard of me
Treat me like we did first degree
Murder or maybe 3rd degree
No sir i don't have no degree
Here's my license what else
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
cLL THESE CUTIES
HIT EM cLL U KNOW ME
NONE OF THESE GIRLS BE FOR ME
WIFEY TRYNc GET ME TO SEE
CHEcTERS SCORCHED 3RD DEGREE
BURN DOWN OUR FcMILY
I'm back in the 3rd tell me the word
I'm was the first to know
I pull up an swerve watch 'em disperse
Some of 'em move to slow
She grabbing her purse
I'm dropping be heat give em 3rd degree
How the fuck these rich niggas ain't heard of me
Now and days count a couple a duffles of quala
Remember nights
get to close might get hit with 3rd degree
Heard you fucking with the gang we finna clear the scene
We finna clear the scene I told them pussy's to get
Never got why I'd be celebrated been giving the 3rd degree
This year all of them heard my speech
Happy birthday to me
Bled out on stages
Soaking it in
castaways
Embracing every hit won't you swing my way
Regardless what they say I'm feeling good today
This Feelings close to home like I'm on 3rd base
Hope
internally 3rd degree
like open heart surgery
artery’s shredded cause you
Filled with hot lead
that’s why you gonna die any scene any setting
ain’t a movie
3rd degree
I'm tired of these fuck niggas thinking they can play with me
Mask on up the blick and leave that nigga in the street
I heard a nigga
knees and I said ima change it
Bouta burn up on some 3rd degree
I'm on elevator with my enemy
I might erupt off the energy
You still get high
hoped inna streets ain't know how hot it really was
Fire arms out I got 3rd degree burns
Ain't know how to tare the scale but imma quick learner
I have
at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from the 17th, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas out the 3rd
3rd Circle Of Hell
Never knew the feeling of refusing an offer of beer
Whether Qingdao Yanjing I'll turn them all into my tears
Crying out like
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