Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Did 3 Quarters, artist - Jim Jones.
Date of issue: 11.04.2018
Song language: English
Never Did 3 Quarters |
And the first time they screaming out the Dips on Summer Jam |
When I told Nas, aww man, you niggas understand, well |
Y’all be talking 'bout wars but never fought 'em (y'all don’t want smoke) |
I’ve been buying new cars like every Autumn (every year) |
Y’all be packing these guns but never shot 'em (who dead?) |
And be talking 'bout watches but never got 'em (where them watches at?) |
If you catch me in whips, you know I own it |
Y’all be talking that shit, we don’t condone it (wassup, now?) |
Oh you got me fucked up, bitch I’m a savage (bitch I’m a savage) |
They should’ve told you I’m not your average (huh…) |
I’d rather be ready than staying woke (facts) |
Cause these niggas ain’t ready when they be woke (fax me that) |
And these bitches be petty but they be broke |
All my niggas is deadly, they pray for coke (woo!) |
I got niggas deported just like Haitian Jack (6) |
With Trump in the office they’ll never make it back (damn!) |
All my niggas be flossing, hop out the May and 'Bach (dripping) |
The connect came home, I gotta pay him back (fuck!) |
Shut the fuck up whenever the D’s caught us (shut up) |
We tried to run whenever we see the Taurus (squalie!) |
Did the 5 Series, never did the 3 quarters |
Coke price up and down, they tryna see-saw us (I'm dizzy) |
They treating Meek like he the Unabomber (Meek, what up?) |
Abusing your power, that’s how you do your Honor? |
(fuck that bitch) |
We taught to shoot before they shoot the (BOOM BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!) |
I hop out the Coupe, I got the crew behind us (Eastside) |
yachts with the chef in it (factual) |
I be jumping out drops with the TEC in it (try me then) |
Shit, I flood the watch and put baguettes in it |
Pull up on the block like what’s left in it (who got bang?) |
Y’all be talking 'bout wars but never fought 'em (never fought 'em) |
I’ve been buying new cars like every Autumn (every Autumn) |
Y’all be packing these guns but never shot 'em (never BOOM!) |
And be talking 'bout watches but never got 'em (where them watches at?) |
If you catch me in whips, you know I own it (know we own it) |
Y’all be talking that shit, we don’t condone it (don't condone it) |
Oh you got me fucked up, bitch I’m a savage (bitch I’m savage) |
They should’ve told you I’m not your average (ARRGGH!) |
They should’ve told you I’m not your average |
Huh, we started this drip |
Fuck you think the sauce came from? |
Ha |
Eastside to all my |
Ain’t nothing changed, Dipset, the Byrds still fly high |
Byrd Gang and we still banging |
shit, 15th Street, you know, bang bang |
Regular, Jones… |