lirik lagu 03 greedo - tommy richman
[intro: babyfxce e]
yeah
know what the f~ck goin’ on
striker gang, striker boys, all that sh~t, n~gga
it’s with an x
where the hoes at? i’m finna—
(i just need my sp~ce right now)
[verse 1: babyfxce e]
where the hoes at? i’m tryna press somethin’
spin a block in the ‘cat like i left somethin’ (skrrt)
he done f~cked around and took a fake perc’, now his chest pumpin’
if she goin’, all her friends goin’, she the test dummy (they goin’)
chrome heart, see~through lens, they is not prescription (uh~huh)
the poles broke down in the back, them is not for fishin’ (at all)
i ain’t gon’ liе, you know i’m high as h~ll if you caught me itchin’
had this b~tch knees hurtin’ just like shе fought a midget (b~tch)
you can’t pour that sh~t in here, you need a different cup
i smoke weed and drink lean, but i don’t do no different drugs
chrome heart beanie was five hundred, i did it just because
they searched the whip for the bl!ck, i hit it under the rug
pay that price now, i’m done doin’ all this sh~t for love
i instantly touched a hundred racks, it’s like i skipped a dub (yop)
i had to tell lil’ bro to chill, he sn~tch whips for fun
i can tell that you ain’t cut on how you grip the gun
[verse 2: 03 greedo]
i can make a million~dollar baby like i’m tommy rich’
percocet and mushroom in this candy make my body itch
models off the runway, so this gotta be somebody’s wish
i can’t vote ’til 2039, so f~ck your politics
where the motherf~ckin’ pole? i’ma bl!ck somethin’
westbrook ‘fore he came home, i’ma brick somethin’
do you think it’s sweet? shrimp and grits, sweet chick somethin’
i was just in paris, oui, oui, with a thick somethin’
all my lil’ n~ggas diabetic, they’ll stick somethin’
kickin’, can put paper on the table, finger fl!ck somethin’
watch these poppin’ b~tches, they’ll leave a n~gga d~ck runnin’
huckleberry finn, big stepper with the stick on me
that’s a fin, yeah, f&n on me
k!ller like an orca, where i’m from the deepest end, homie
vvs fronts on me, keep a backend on me
down to earth, but post a flyer every weekend, homie
foreigns like i’m wallo and i’m fresh up out the pen’, homie
sucked me so long, i don’t think i got no skin on me
play your cards right like a n~gga playin’ gin rummy
b~tch, they call me greedy like a n~gga got ten tummies
desert eagle, triangle top like we been mummies
i ain’t walkin’ into aod without a ten on me
syrup got you built like taz, come spin on me
chocolate mushrooms and the percocet 10 on me
told my baddest b~tch to never fold, never bend on me
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