Lyrics:
waking up to burn down a tree or three
Pull myself up outta bed, I'm tryna be a better man
Woke up just the other day, had to give myself a hand
God damn
to the head,
Shoulda gave 'em up bitch,
To the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now you dead dead,
Gotta pull that nine on the niggas everytime,
Sellin' rocks
like spades, I'm so unstoppable
Just tying to leave the club with 'bout 3 and I'm possible
9 time out of 10 I'm probably fucking with some hoes
three
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker
Dressed cool, never known to freak
Outside
okay with you)
(Will you touch me baby?)
Play, with, you ba-by
(Would you lick me baby?)
I want to play with you baby
(I want you up inside me)
you stretched with that tech Ugh
From a 9 to a 40 you'll rest cheddar checked up
And bitches love these bum ass niggas easy to check on
Whipless driving
Elysium
Roll a blunt then I fuse my soul with the bpm
Three A.M. and I been drinking Hennessy since this three P.M
Paper chase turn a nigga up like EDM
limit's
Why everybody wanna hate Dax?
Ain't nobody want to state facts
I been running shit count up my laps
Set a world record no cap
Three minute mile
a cross-dressed man and I'm here to dance
I got an inch worm snuggled in my boot cut pants
If you see me cry, you better walk on by
'Cause I don't wanna share
to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper
See that's that caper caper - Superman!
Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin
a smoke 1 then 2 then 3
Nigga I'm from Houston 713
9 8 7 6 5 4 3
2 1 now I'm taking shots by the 3
Look at them thots I could fuck all 3
Won't fall in love
my ones
Steppin I'm my L3's
Niggas know wassup
I wet em up like where the shells be
Can't be no scrub because I know that shit unhealthy
I know some
thee
How shall I send thee
I'm gonna send thee nine by nine
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine
Ten for the ten commandments
Eleven for the eleven
cliental in the fuckin' street
He said for three g's he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn't know how I felt
We meet by the old
All dressed up you're good to go
Checkin' your style from head to toe
Hooked up and natural
You're feeling beautiful
9 times out of 10 you know
It's bordering three, manual breathing
It's everything slipping by into a dream
It's exasperating, all this conversation, clouding up my brain
You're so
state troopers don't know rap stars
He asked me for license and my registration
Seen my new york tags and he asked me my destination
I said,
You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street money
We so thuggish ruggish
(The motherfucking war iz on)
You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone
'Cause the motherfucking war iz on
What you gon' do,
[Krayzie]
We so thuggish ruggish (the motherfucking war is on)
You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone
Cause the motherfucking war is
me
and he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
along comes a squatter, riding on a thoroughbred,
up
done some shit
3am at a club and I'm dressed as a beer
No for reals, full body costume and no fear
Cause there are three girls screamin' my name
laughing
Stops in a minute
Letting off 28 shots in a minute
Ringing up Reggie and Potts in a minute
Roll to your ends, 9 o'clock precisely
And make sure
Haunted by my dreams wide awake
So you know I'll stay up
I'm the water boy who grew out of his phases
I don't give flowers I'll just send vases
Can't get
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