Lyrics:
saw make your head start wrigglin
Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens
I live by the bud
I take my clones everywhere I go because I'm paranoid
Sitting in the fields surrounded by daisies,
Was her fate. She loves him,
She loves him not. He loves her
But he forgot. Now it's too late.
She's
the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born
walkin' down the street with two cats by her side
The one on the right Trina, the one on her left I
We in a hot poster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock
Voting doesn't work, 1-2-3
It's time you know your enemy
I won't pledge allegiance to hypocrisy
Your democracy, is not for me
So when we try
man's test is the same man's hindsight
One damn check makes a motherfucker shine twice
One plan left 'till I'm next so I grind like;
3 blind mice tryna
once more and they began to running,
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
Ole Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't
sale unless you add the kitchen sink
Look out, here he comes again
They say he's dead, he's my three best friends
He's so honest that the dishonest
the time yea
Get off me
I don't want to fuck with these lame ass niggas
And don't call me
I had to change my number like 3 times
I don't want that boy
Aye
I got a Ruger with a .30
A Glock with a .50
That's eighty shots, hit fifty blocks wit the .50
Hit three blocks with the ruger, blew them
wanna see them
I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams"
Rose gold rozay Rollie
Sexy lil' red Hitech, bitch
Trap out that spot,
pick up the phone
You know he's only callin' 'cause
He's drunk and alone two: Don't let him in
You'll have to kick him out again
Three: Don't be his
of these guys should've dead by now
Yo wagwarn, where's the killer MCs?
Nah, I ain't backing your beef if
You're sending me dough for canteen
Attempted
grind up, nigga
I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50
That's eighty shots, hit fifty blocks with the 50
Hit three blocks, with the Ruger blewing
sunshine
Go back, into me
By your side, east side, west me
Best of me, for girl no back
Bigger than the whole me i do not hook it up
Hook it up, hook it up
somethin'
Bitch, you met you at 2: 30 and
Fucked your ass at 3 somethin'
Who you run up on? Not us
I'ma take my own heat
Shoot three or somethin'
Might be in
And I really wanna sex your body(x3)
And I really wanna(x2)
And I really wanna sex your body(x2)(tonight)
s.e.x your b.o.d.y
I knew from the moment
this over a kiss
You weren't there, why you pressed by this?
Now it's turning three in the morning
The bouncer's put you on his third warning
But I'm
had made you pack your bags.
Your three thousand miles
from the place you once called home.
So much different,
you're getting distant
and now I'm
at the 3-dimensional aperture
Gathered by the site, with lonely tears, a fallen victim of life
Cut short, broken, cheated, banished by the light
A cold black grim
Every night she sleeps alone
And by her bed she puts the phone
And every morning after that
She takes the phone and puts it back
He's got
gesture
cut coke open, give it a tongue tester
face get numb it's good shit I'll bet ya
jump out the Coupe, walk by and wet ya.
Chorus
Verse 3
to the bottom of the sea"
Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship
And a brave young lad was he
Saying "I have a sweetheart in Brooklyn by the sea
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
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