I'm just barely getting started
I ain't even hit my prime yet
My brother died yeah it took
Some time for me to digest
My mother like son I love your life but why you like steppin
To keep it real hell or heaven
I'ma die stepper
You ain't gotta ask me you already know I got my fly swatter The suckas tryna keep up with us, we'll tell em try harder
We done Left these niggas in the dust and blew em out the waters Ayy, we to the next chapter, yeah we ain't gon' speak on my bro and how he a head tapper
Ayy, tell me this, how you a pimp, you f*cked a bitch and got the bread after
No blick but thinking' with your dick, you moving' ass backwards Four nick got so much kick, I almost passed gas
Put that one nigga in the air, puff, puff pass
We had that one nigga weezing air, really trying to gasp
And now we screamin' ah-ha, cause all they do is laugh
I told the bitch to keep the whip and D I'm finna bounce out
We three or four deep, that mean it's three or four straps out
I ain't talkin' Apple, but you know that Durk got the Mac out
We In the back streets, cuz the pigs tweakin on the last route Whip three percent tint, that's as dark as it get
Niggas better move discreet because it's sharks in this whip With this bic nigga, I could put some spark to your shit
Fish outta water, these hollows got him squirmin' like a bitch
Chop fold & like a tech deck, it'll make you do a trick
A hundred P's in one luggage, it ain't shit to take a trip
Get her a box of condoms, bitch, it ain't shit to bust a trick
Ma dukes told me nigga don't you ever trust a bitch
If you ever get caught in the jam, nigga better sit
Call of duty guns this bitch got a scope and a switch
Tomb Raider bitch you know I keep the pole on my hip
Take a nigga soul they call me the soul snatching grinch
Like that purple dog, they call you a coward, you's a bitch
Cookie fresh as hell, get that shit an hour, let it sit
A hundred bows in the shower, I cannot control the scent
Neighbors keep complainin', at the door they shouting & shit
Big Sm4ckz - 3 Percent Tint (feat. EBK Durk) Lyrics
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I'm just barely getting started
I ain't even hit my prime yet
My brother died yeah it took
Some time for me to digest
My mother like son I love your life but why you like steppin
To keep it real hell or heaven
I'ma die stepper
You ain't gotta ask me you already know I got my fly swatter The suckas tryna keep up with us, we'll tell em try harder
We done Left these niggas in the dust and blew em out the waters Ayy, we to the next chapter, yeah we ain't gon' speak on my bro and how he a head tapper
Ayy, tell me this, how you a pimp, you f*cked a bitch and got the bread after
No blick but thinking' with your dick, you moving' ass backwards Four nick got so much kick, I almost passed gas
Put that one nigga in the air, puff, puff pass
We had that one nigga weezing air, really trying to gasp
And now we screamin' ah-ha, cause all they do is laugh
I told the bitch to keep the whip and D I'm finna bounce out
We three or four deep, that mean it's three or four straps out
I ain't talkin' Apple, but you know that Durk got the Mac out
We In the back streets, cuz the pigs tweakin on the last route Whip three percent tint, that's as dark as it get
Niggas better move discreet because it's sharks in this whip With this bic nigga, I could put some spark to your shit
Fish outta water, these hollows got him squirmin' like a bitch
Chop fold & like a tech deck, it'll make you do a trick
A hundred P's in one luggage, it ain't shit to take a trip
Get her a box of condoms, bitch, it ain't shit to bust a trick
Ma dukes told me nigga don't you ever trust a bitch
If you ever get caught in the jam, nigga better sit
Call of duty guns this bitch got a scope and a switch
Tomb Raider bitch you know I keep the pole on my hip
Take a nigga soul they call me the soul snatching grinch
Like that purple dog, they call you a coward, you's a bitch
Cookie fresh as hell, get that shit an hour, let it sit
A hundred bows in the shower, I cannot control the scent
Neighbors keep complainin', at the door they shouting & shit
I ain't even hit my prime yet
My brother died yeah it took
Some time for me to digest
My mother like son I love your life but why you like steppin
To keep it real hell or heaven
I'ma die stepper
You ain't gotta ask me you already know I got my fly swatter The suckas tryna keep up with us, we'll tell em try harder
We done Left these niggas in the dust and blew em out the waters Ayy, we to the next chapter, yeah we ain't gon' speak on my bro and how he a head tapper
Ayy, tell me this, how you a pimp, you f*cked a bitch and got the bread after
No blick but thinking' with your dick, you moving' ass backwards Four nick got so much kick, I almost passed gas
Put that one nigga in the air, puff, puff pass
We had that one nigga weezing air, really trying to gasp
And now we screamin' ah-ha, cause all they do is laugh
I told the bitch to keep the whip and D I'm finna bounce out
We three or four deep, that mean it's three or four straps out
I ain't talkin' Apple, but you know that Durk got the Mac out
We In the back streets, cuz the pigs tweakin on the last route Whip three percent tint, that's as dark as it get
Niggas better move discreet because it's sharks in this whip With this bic nigga, I could put some spark to your shit
Fish outta water, these hollows got him squirmin' like a bitch
Chop fold & like a tech deck, it'll make you do a trick
A hundred P's in one luggage, it ain't shit to take a trip
Get her a box of condoms, bitch, it ain't shit to bust a trick
Ma dukes told me nigga don't you ever trust a bitch
If you ever get caught in the jam, nigga better sit
Call of duty guns this bitch got a scope and a switch
Tomb Raider bitch you know I keep the pole on my hip
Take a nigga soul they call me the soul snatching grinch
Like that purple dog, they call you a coward, you's a bitch
Cookie fresh as hell, get that shit an hour, let it sit
A hundred bows in the shower, I cannot control the scent
Neighbors keep complainin', at the door they shouting & shit
Writer: Shaun Roberson
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