El Gant - Three Amigos (Remix) lyrics

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El Gant - Three Amigos (Remix) lyrics

(Verse) Drive-by rap, it's all good This is how wicked got f**ing up with boyz in da hood You forgot, I got misunderstood, I said it at a steep pace ? in the making like a Dr. Dre release date Fate takes great mix with bullet ride Full of sh**, spittin', starvin' artists, this is do or die You and I how to slide on a tree know to fact Talkin' on the internet will neva let ya pull the sack Rap game like I'm for another cap it off Chess game with ya brain, call me Gasparov Pa**ed it off the legends, don't try to stop me I can harbor hobby homiken(?), the laba like the Liberacci Flow sloppy, show's hip-hop Punch you in the neck then break the plastic off yo smash mock Smash cats on the record, we the best out sponsored links Hit ya with da mic then give ya automatic meth mouth (Hook: scratches) I don't f** around I don't f** around (Verse) I be swingin' at you punks on sight I'm goin' Dunmer, teachin' y'all to stunt, alright? Because as soon as I jump on mics, I got the whole spot Bouncin' like the hidden speed bumps all night But I'm f**in' sick, I swear I'm comin' down with somethin', b**h Eatin' sour cream and all the chips off of ya mother's pit So check my horoscope, it says I'm rather flow than dope Grab my phone charger and strangle you with the chord and choke The f**in' like outta ya. Wrap you with an orion to rug and moe you off At the second floor of the Fountain Blue Take the elevator down and then I enter my vehicle And roll yo a** of a good measure Line choke, totally full of you now that my line broke Who the f** are you to tell me that I'm not a psycho? (Hook: scratches) I don't f** around I don't f** around

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