[trick up sleeve.
This line is to all the niggas sucking teeth;
Rose pedals in your chick's bed: such is grief.
In the middle of some big bread: such is beef.
Get head from a big red: sucker-free.
Not scared that the foes wanna f*ck with Fifs.
Bring minors to the pros and you f*cking miss.
F*cking pricks such when they're ducking hits.
For those who don't know, such is bliss.
Check your list: who I be?
Last name Fifs, first name 3.
Feeling like Pac: all eyes on me.
And my tank on full, yo tank on "E."
And these words cut deep like surgery.
Way past fly - brought the birds with me.
Thirsting to be best on wax.
Sickles in my blood and my city on my back.
I emerged from the mud fit sharper than a tack.
Not a scratch or a bruise as I'm dodging the attacks.
Saint Lou is back and tossing stacks:
I could have a toast to that.
[dude is ill.
And he got soul like Duke and Gil.
Too legit, cue the mill.
You can chill, kill the rumors.
Flow deadly as malignant tumors.
Got them 40 acres coming to us.
Passed that mule for an ass on Zumba - Carumba!
Feel the boom as I zoom on by in a big-body whip.
Glass full of Razz as I Bacardi sip.
I'm the best all time, you're just Scottie Pip:
Too much lip. Yeen gotta trip.
You'd think I deal drugs all the birds I flip.
Think I'm rich: I'm splurging grip.
Flow tighter than a Virgin clit.
Surgeon spit: precision with the flow, mane.
Nigga spit propane: king of the hill.
Damnit, Bobby, it's about to get real
As I resurrect Dr. King with the will.
Slinging the dill to the flyest of Jills.
Liq spills to the ground; you niggas tense.
Pass me the crown, I'm demanding it now.
'Til I'm laying in the ground, long live the prince!
[Hook]
3Fifs - It's On Lyrics
3Fifs - It's On Lyrics
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English
[trick up sleeve.
This line is to all the niggas sucking teeth;
Rose pedals in your chick's bed: such is grief.
In the middle of some big bread: such is beef.
Get head from a big red: sucker-free.
Not scared that the foes wanna f*ck with Fifs.
Bring minors to the pros and you f*cking miss.
F*cking pricks such when they're ducking hits.
For those who don't know, such is bliss.
Check your list: who I be?
Last name Fifs, first name 3.
Feeling like Pac: all eyes on me.
And my tank on full, yo tank on "E."
And these words cut deep like surgery.
Way past fly - brought the birds with me.
Thirsting to be best on wax.
Sickles in my blood and my city on my back.
I emerged from the mud fit sharper than a tack.
Not a scratch or a bruise as I'm dodging the attacks.
Saint Lou is back and tossing stacks:
I could have a toast to that.
[dude is ill.
And he got soul like Duke and Gil.
Too legit, cue the mill.
You can chill, kill the rumors.
Flow deadly as malignant tumors.
Got them 40 acres coming to us.
Passed that mule for an ass on Zumba - Carumba!
Feel the boom as I zoom on by in a big-body whip.
Glass full of Razz as I Bacardi sip.
I'm the best all time, you're just Scottie Pip:
Too much lip. Yeen gotta trip.
You'd think I deal drugs all the birds I flip.
Think I'm rich: I'm splurging grip.
Flow tighter than a Virgin clit.
Surgeon spit: precision with the flow, mane.
Nigga spit propane: king of the hill.
Damnit, Bobby, it's about to get real
As I resurrect Dr. King with the will.
Slinging the dill to the flyest of Jills.
Liq spills to the ground; you niggas tense.
Pass me the crown, I'm demanding it now.
'Til I'm laying in the ground, long live the prince!
[Hook]
This line is to all the niggas sucking teeth;
Rose pedals in your chick's bed: such is grief.
In the middle of some big bread: such is beef.
Get head from a big red: sucker-free.
Not scared that the foes wanna f*ck with Fifs.
Bring minors to the pros and you f*cking miss.
F*cking pricks such when they're ducking hits.
For those who don't know, such is bliss.
Check your list: who I be?
Last name Fifs, first name 3.
Feeling like Pac: all eyes on me.
And my tank on full, yo tank on "E."
And these words cut deep like surgery.
Way past fly - brought the birds with me.
Thirsting to be best on wax.
Sickles in my blood and my city on my back.
I emerged from the mud fit sharper than a tack.
Not a scratch or a bruise as I'm dodging the attacks.
Saint Lou is back and tossing stacks:
I could have a toast to that.
[dude is ill.
And he got soul like Duke and Gil.
Too legit, cue the mill.
You can chill, kill the rumors.
Flow deadly as malignant tumors.
Got them 40 acres coming to us.
Passed that mule for an ass on Zumba - Carumba!
Feel the boom as I zoom on by in a big-body whip.
Glass full of Razz as I Bacardi sip.
I'm the best all time, you're just Scottie Pip:
Too much lip. Yeen gotta trip.
You'd think I deal drugs all the birds I flip.
Think I'm rich: I'm splurging grip.
Flow tighter than a Virgin clit.
Surgeon spit: precision with the flow, mane.
Nigga spit propane: king of the hill.
Damnit, Bobby, it's about to get real
As I resurrect Dr. King with the will.
Slinging the dill to the flyest of Jills.
Liq spills to the ground; you niggas tense.
Pass me the crown, I'm demanding it now.
'Til I'm laying in the ground, long live the prince!
[Hook]