4 Tha Three

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This 4 tha three, this 4 tha house
 This 4 tha crib, this 4 tha South
 This 4 tha porch, this 4 tha Sip'
 This 4 tha summers, this 4 tha country
 This 4 tha coast, this 4 tha buses
 This 4 tha players doing the most
 This 4 tha three, this 4 tha house
 This 4 tha crib, this 4 tha South
 This 4 tha porch, this 4 tha Sip'
 This 4 tha summers, this 4 tha country
 This 4 tha coast, this 4 tha buses
 This 4 tha players doing the most
 I was swangin' and I swerve
 Nigga like who need a curve
 Old school sittin' on high
 Nigga like who need some herb?
 Watch for the birds, watch for them laws
 Nigga they dirty as dirt
 Trying to rough a nigga up, cuff a nigga up
 Buss a nigga up, claiming got the work
 Just 'cause we flying flossed out
 Never been a worker, always bossed out
 When you come from the mud, you get it out the mud
 Now look at what this mud cost now
 Creepin' on A street, Cali Park
 Knockin' these doors down after dark
 Searching for a cornbread, collared green
 Eating thorough bread, thick from the start
 Got it from my mama mama, but told her two for the drama
 But go to college for a education
 They ain't fucking with you with no commas
 Goin' places in the south, buy land, own a house
 Redline representer, Juneteenth turn ya' out
 This 4 tha three, this 4 tha house
 This 4 tha crib, this 4 tha South
 This 4 tha porch, this 4 tha Sip'
 This 4 tha summers, this 4 tha country
 This 4 tha coast, this 4 tha buses
 This 4 tha players doing the most
 This 4 tha three, this 4 tha house
 This 4 tha crib, this 4 tha South
 This 4 tha porch, this 4 tha Sip'
 This 4 tha summers, this 4 tha country
 This 4 tha coast, this 4 tha buses
 This 4 tha players doing the most
 What you knew 'bout that grill that chill
 That top and bottom, that's invisible set
 Even granny had gold for real
 Even granny had gold 'round her neck
 Gotta let your light shine
 Soon as they start hating at the right time
 I went from 300 coming out hard, now I'm worldwide
 Ask that, I was king way before rap
 Came out the womb like fuck all the rules
 If there was a bar then pass that straight, where the cash at?
 Country boy tippy-toeing (uh)
 25 on the dresser (yes sir)
 Did for the time, I freeze
 Now batter that rustle, killing the pressure
 Feeling no effort, feel like a wrestler
 Put on for the Sip', watch me out rep ya
 Moon-walkin', two-steppin', laying back no stretcher
 Going places in the side, by land on the highs
 Redline representer, queen city turn ya out
 This 4 tha three, this 4 tha highs
 This 4 tha crib, this 4 tha South
 This 4 tha porch, this 4 tha Sip'
 This 4 tha summers, this 4 tha country
 This 4 tha coast, this 4 tha buses
 This 4 tha players doing the most
 This 4 tha three, this 4 tha highs
 This 4 tha crib, this 4 tha South
 This 4 tha porch, this 4 tha Sip'
 This 4 tha summers, this 4 tha country
 This 4 tha coast, this 4 tha buses
 This 4 tha players doing the most
 

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Duration
03:01
Tempo
140 BPM

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