Lyrics:
Before I wake up in the bed in the morn'
Next to a horse head, prolly why I'm war-bred
Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires
I bought my new bitch a new bag
Just to go brag got two hundred miles on the
Dash so I go fast
Hundred K stashed in this Fendi new black bag
You
right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly
And on the 3rd day God created the earth
Spring Baby descended when Mother Nature gave birth
Away with the birds
Meditating lyrics, got a way with
words of joy, love and kindness peace to those those going through rough times it, will get better just keep the faith. Have hope don't give up or give in
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
Part One:
This is a world blessed by the victims of carnal tragedy
The humans ritual of love and adoration dense-waven history
Sentiments decide
Jersey down to Mitentry
Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise
When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for
Get off my dick for what
You know, that's why, man
I be telling you all the time, man, you know
Love, that word "love" is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch
Life was a sentence til you made an entrance
Mixed lust up with friendship
Stirred til affection
The three words you mentioned went deeper than
too short
And ninety-nine and half you still missing two fourths
Two eighths, two cords
Two guns by my side when I snooze off
And that's word
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
diamonds is broke uh
My kitties a cutie
She's like a toaster
Emotional toasted
Marshmallow
Are you ready
The three minutes
Starting in about twenty seconds
to the ceiling
I just need a hundred million
Ice all in my drink, baby come and ride wit me
Tell me when you wanna leave
We could be gone by three
Give you
cre you concerned about my past or me
You know we burn, it doesn't last, need another 50
Sit back and learn, listen raspy words of the tree
Here
baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's
The grant's on the Stove
And Aunt Lo
You know, that's why, man
I be telling you all the time, man, you know
Love, that word "love" is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
Bumping 'Get Throwed' By Bun. B
In the old school baby you see me
Looking like a model out the centerfold
I wish you could have caught my outfit in 3
and says he to me
I'm afraid o' me life I'll be hit by a car
Would you help me across to the Railwayman's Bar
cnd after three pints of the cider so sweet
a bitch
Get some bread
Baker baker man
3 be real ain't fakah man
My ascension
To the 5th dimension
Can't be halted
By yo inquisitions
I got three eyes
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