Lyrics:
it's some dude named Paul
Thirty-three years old, oh yeah, I checked it all
Probably met him at the mall, spendin' up my cash
G-string up your ass,
owed me a brick, that was 3 years ago
Seen him in the club, niggas shot him in the throat
Black amigo Scooter still rob me gold
And I still got a lot
has one eye
He lost it back in thirty-nine
Insuring his life thereby
He married young in forty-four
He fathered the following children
The by Davis,
stars;
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three
Mine Nah Waste Mine (Nah Waste Mine)
Mummy Seh Fi Pray To God But Him c Waste Time (Him c Waste Time)
Mi c Thirty cn c Thirty Years Mi c Pray Fi Tings
But Him A Waste Time (Him A Waste Time)
Mi A Thirty An A Thirty Years Mi A Pray Fi Tings
An Mi Neva Get A Ting Unless Mi Wuk An Bring It In
[Chorus]
to mark the years gone by
You lay on a couch three weeks
Until the color came back into your cheeks
I'd seen ones like you before
Plenty came through
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
as it appears today
See this house this is where I lived when my Momma
Was raising me through my teenage years
And you see this house this is my
bought a house and it's right by water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Vs 3:
Thirty years have come and gone,
Back at the crossroads thinking,
Why is life so hard,
If I could go back in time,
What would I tell that young
Cosby
Three-to-ten years seems like not enough time in prison for the large number of lives BC damaged permanently
And sixty-nine years on this planet is
a strap
3 year old's are roaming around, blisters on their feet, eating bugs and Rats
I guess it's not terror if its not personally effecting us
Yeah we'll
real touch, teenage love, handsome and dark
we spent the evenings at my house and he even met my dad
He made me suffer for three years, it wasn't fun
me toting a pole
And I gotta get money I gotta get gwalla
These bitches on me yeah they tryna come Holla
I gotta big Thirty'Three call it that fye fye
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time
Is it because of me or my younger sister,
Even Dad was weeping when he
A part of me is wondering how I got here
A hundred miles from home and it's been three years
You opened up my eyes to something so clear
I've never
doesn't leave this room
So Arielle and what's his name have been going on three years now
But no one's even seen a trace of Arielle for going on three
popping
Top 3
Hang with criminals and bank robbers
New years might do saint thomas
Rappers fussing with they fake diamonds
Hiding out like we can't find
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