Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3rd Member of Clipse, artist - Hit-Boy. Album song Tony Fontana, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HS87
Song language: English
3rd Member of Clipse |
| How we rockin' |
| It’s how we rockin' |
| Bang, bang |
| Bang, bang |
| Not to be a social misfit |
| I don’t trust a soul in this shit |
| Know a few niggas still hittin' licks |
| Catch me stackin', tryin' to get rich |
| Grinding like the third member of Clipse |
| Talk strips in a hurry |
| Or I’m skatin' like roller derby |
| They sleepin' on a nigga but I’m sturdy |
| She missin', I get her back home by 2:30 |
| 19−42 to the neck, shit I’m swerving |
| Niggas lurkin' I can’t let 'em do me dirty, aw man |
| I see how I gotta play it |
| I see niggas still think I’m playin' |
| Slow down dawg, you talkin' too fast |
| Ya’ll can pop shit, I’mma pop bands |
| Green day, every day, rock band |
| Hit-Boy, bitch I got the hi hat |
| No tints, so you know who’s in |
| No do-over so I’m goin' in |
| Long way from the decks under the do-rag |
| I’m at the light they like, nigga how you do dat? |
| Lone wolf, tryna stay humble, man |
| Ask my, than I hit the money dance, yeah |
| Solid through the ups and the downs |
| Like six-fours, |
| Transactions in the tea top trans-am |
| I was given no choice, but to get it out the drop |
| You can hear my heart pouring out |
| You can feel my soul through these beats |
| No apologies, I’m not the same me |
| Say goodbye to the good guy |
| It’s only so many chances, so I took my |
| Phone call with my legal, what it look like? |
| Pop corks for the pain, let’s have a good life |
| Good life, good life, yeah, look |
| Hit the playback, bet I snap |
| Ain’t talking to app with the ghost logo |
| Working this hard, they know where we gon' go, bro |
| HB creepin' on the low, solo |
| No backup, I don’t need a nigga to cover me |
| Tree lit up, that Ace bubbly |
| If you was in my position, you’ll be bucklin' |
| This who y’all fuckin' with, that’s puzzlin' |
| I’m done tryin' put this shit together, b |
| Run a diamond test, the ice water in these rings |
| New jewels, for the clique, seem clean |
| It’s not regular, pimp, pimp-y |
| Niggas ain’t been in the corners I been |
| Left my sack a benjamins, bust a bitch back to the crib |
| Gotta keep it under raps what I spend |
| Too many niggas and hoes, I can’t confide it, damn |
| Not to be a social misfit |
| I don’t trust a soul in this shit |
| Know a few niggas still hittin' licks |
| Catch me stackin', tryin' to get rich |
| Grinding like the third member of Clipse, ayy |
| I don’t eye shit |
| Hit-Boy on the beat |