3od - Gold Dipped Teeth Chipped (feat. Rufio Spenz) Lyrics

Take another sip
Wash it down gold dipped teeth chipped
Fill the same cup twice
Then i swerve
No regards for the life thats sittin' in the passengers seat
They feel nothin' but hatred for victors
They want they revenge oh no miss us
Ex nihilo nihil fit
We don't accept no defeat
Black all around me
Air Skylons on my dead feet
Fear of God in my chest cavity see
Give me the chair
And give me the closure but let me go softly
I already told ya
No hope for the Reaper
They got they revenge
And now I'm a sleeper
I wanted to keep her yah
Gold dipped teeth chipped
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I'm so
I'm so
I'm so
I'm so happy
Feelin' kinda pretty
Boutta get shitty
Lit on the grass
Then a quicky
God damn
I just got my dick sucked
Ya she love a lick me
Now she want a tip f*ck
Easy make a quick buck
Hit it like a brick truck
Sometimes I feel like
Wanna Change it up sike
Mangy pup I
Am a dog like
I don't give a what I'm
Never giving up cause I'm
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I'm so
I'm so
I'm so
I'm so blacked out
Cross fingers in the air
Heathen gang pinky swear
Jesus rang I'm not here
All tied up
Busy as f*ck
I don't play tough
But I play rough
Better stay up
Cause guess what
I will give no f*cks
3OD in the Lexus
Never let up
You can't best us
We the bestest
Never restless
Ya we next up
And we gonna wreck this
I got the most
I'm tellin' ya man
This is my vibe
If you cannot ride
Then you gotta say goodbye
No I ain't got time
Gotta stay cloud 9
With a 10
Triple X
I don't flex
Call me back
Who's up next
I don't wanna f*ckin' text
Hold up hold up now i needa think
Gotta wrap my head round the next move
Got caviar in one hand
And my green thumb
In her pink
Gonna start bloomin' bands
Anything i touch has a chance
Yeah you know
My life ain't low
Livin dat high life
Can't keep up with my band
We some looney men
Even ask my wife
You a low life man
I'm comin' out the gutter
Choppin' up all of my opps up like a f*ckin' butcher
Yous a lick tootsie pop yous another sucker
I'm Robert Horry game 4 at the f*ckin' buzzer
I'm depressed but still flexin'
I'm bringing these checks in
My names well respected
I'm still hood connected
I'm off the Xans and I move like a sloth
In a coupe no roof yelling f*ck all the cops
Drippin' so hard you could swim in my sauce
The Drugs that I'm mixin'
My stomach in knots
Just copped some ox from my young brother Prospv
Don't put out your hand I don't give any props
Young Fat Boy yeah I rock and I roll
Pourin in faygo like old juggalo
Couple back woods then I go back to the store
A1 troubles til I die
Til then I destroy
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