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c. baum - 3x3/goodbye interlude lyrics

3×3:

yo it’s the king of the 3×3
need me on your team
if you’re thinkin of winning i got exactly what you need
you could peep the precision, record breakin my rendition
won’t catch me simpin, limpin out the lincoln keeps it pimpin
i don’t rip it i rep it, grab the mic and i check it
make sure you never forget it, i pay for debit or credit
set it off how my set is, hardest bars yeah i said it
settle in i’ma let it, got that gas no unleaded
i’m off that diesel for reezle, my people known as the regal
you can’t find no one equal, shit on y’all it’s the fecal
lethal weapon the sequel, your position be fetal
stuntin out like knievel, same location as seagulls
forreal doe, i got that pre-rolled
that downtown stylo
puffin in a tuxedo, mojo that’s my labedo
oh no there go my ego, cause they don’t know how we know
i’m a star, making bucks, i just spit that rappucino

gotta, make sure that i rip it to the core
everything is easy baby leave it up to core
but i digress, think i’m gettin off course
they ask me if i’m ballin i said baby of course

she been tryna get d-cked down since she heard drink down
retreat back to my stompin grounds, tenth round
you’re outta bounds tryna decode the g-code
just hit up the shot, and let the bartender reload
that’s colder than 30 below, in the club i balled, eagle
the eagle eye sees it all like peephole
if history shows what was and could be, then there’s no distance that the truth can’t reach
swimming through my living room, got the gl-ss roof atrium
theatre seating- stadium, water-slide aquarium
it’s very rare, and they’re pale in comparison
got focus like ford, not harrison
the illest anywhere i been, all the way back to maryland
now-a-days they’re mad, gettin checked like a carry-on
i’m way beyond that, these suckas just be on that
they ain’t ready for combat, booty flowin got it on tap

gotta, make sure that i rip it to the core
everything is easy baby leave it up to core
but i digress, think i’m gettin off course
they ask me if i’m ballin i said baby of course

goodbye interlude:

ayo i’m back up in this b-tch like it was my ex
when i got real drunk and i sent her a text
no time to flex, not tryna impress
but for some reason, yo, familiar’s always feelin the best
i hit the lean, wop, snap, i know y’all remember that
they gotta stop sleeping on me like insomniacs
but in fact, i let the facts do the talkin
so two fingers goodbye, and one time rep the ossom

- c baum lyrics

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