Search results for 'mind on my money by 3rd degree' Page #13

nigga
We all know that means no worries
Yea we gone get this guala my nigga
It's all on my hands like curry
Cop the new lenciagas my nigga
Cause 3rd grade

the shallow end
Yea I'm fucken out of it
Pop them like klonopin
Get so bored with  normal life
Yea you can keep the shallow end

Murderous
Murder me
In the 3rd

Mean bitch tryna eat lick on my meat stick
Big bitch say she need dick told her beat it
No 2020 on my vision I can't see shit
3rd grade nigga never wanna

a goddess from the Holy land

I know you're friends are given you the 3rd degree
They don't like you hanging out with me

Baby take a chance, I won't lead you

to
Cause in your heart you know what God promised you

3rd Hook:

3rd Verse
We’re tired of being killed
Innocent blood spilled
On these streets by police

Turnin on you
You turnin on me
Started out was family
I aint turn on you
You turned on me
Took my heart thats robbery
Criminal shit 3rd degree
You can't

to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee 
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff 
In the end, your true

speaks to me through my 3rd eye
I soak it in and I reply
Grant me freedom from these shackles
And safety upon my travels
Leave these demons that I battle

Spirits is calling 
My name
3rd drank, 
Shit ain't the same 
Yeah
I twist up dank 
While I drank
I'm spaced out 
A nig*a tryna think
Yeah

Imma east

Frank Zulu The 3rd
Fuck you heard - look

Even when I'm down I be
Out-weighing all the odds (Whoa)
Pressure keep on building
Up but you don't se my

Through my 3rd eye
I soak it in and I reply
Grant me freedom from these shackles
And safety upon my travels
Leave these demons
That I battle
Stuck upstream

I've Got This Feelin' That Everythings Gonna 
      Be Alright Now

3rd Verse:
      And If you ask me how I'm feelin  guess 
      I'm really still

ain't mall santas we don't
Want the flash photography
Murder in 3rd degree
Hurt her with the words i speak
You a little pussy
Wanna fight me? get thru my

get ya bros
And make sure
That you da only son

Look into da mirror
Tell me what you see
A bitch nigga
Bitch made to da 3rd degree

And I can fuck with

that we hold now
Crazy Juice
Chicks quick to get open like Nicole Brown
Or heart surgery, to smart to murder me
3rd burn degree if ya start distubin' me

Breathe
Out
I don't really wanna see,
I got my eyes closed 3rd open
(as it ticks by, as it ticks by!)
It's like I could be every part of myself round

shit
Mean bitch tryna eat lick on my meat stick
Big bitch say she need dick told her beat it
No 2020 on my vision can't see shit
3rd grade nigga never

he will paid me on tha 3rd but I know he lied
(Lied)
Now I got his family wondering how tha fuck he died

Started getting money changed up on em they

Bring the heat just like Dwayne Wade 
Ring the alarm 
Bring the brigade 
3rd degree bring some aid
Any opposition will be outweighed 
No twang I don't

holdin me down then my peace is disturbed
I didn't like how I was feeling felt like they was concealing
I'm tryna rush back home like I was stealing 3rd
I

be here if we were there and of that I'm sure
These words can't explain the hurt
But I remember April 3rd
 
April 3rd, I'll never forget
And those

blunts, no 3rd Degree
It's M.O.B. 'til I R.I.P.
Already
I'm on my G
Come to my city, better pay the fee
Don't fuck with me
I'm bipolar
Bite my style, I

confused by your reason
Can we give this one more try
One more time
I know that it failed twice
But you know what I say about the 3rd time
It's a charm
Your

choice
Grey and in Blue
Only the team, had no 3rd party boost
Took no advance I don't need to recoup


Minor setback so they think it's a fluke
Living dead