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tier on3 - lyrical acrobats lyrics

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chorus 1-
me and my friends like to mess and fool around
we go smoke the best mary j that we found
and now we are moving to the sound
it goes down when the b-ss pounds onto the ground

verse 1-(tier on3)
she had a nice -ss but no t-ts
she thought my d-ck was like a 4 5th
just because you go to touch it
doesn’t mean it’s gonna explode bricks

have you ever f-cked in a bunk bed
while she gave you dumb head
make her lump wet
make her cream up like puff bread
did so many positions i wasn’t done yet

the awkward thing was
no lights so i couldn’t find her p-ssy
what are you doing trying to squish me
no!!! more of i was trying to hush screams

i have to say the last 30 minutes
of it wasn’t pretty bad
but an hour later she come back
ears up and then i heard her dad

he was bucked up with his pump pumped
hoping he doesn’t blow my head off
like his daughter did to me with a suck suck
i better run strut from the guns rut

i said i was good behaving
saying praying i won’t be laying
in the dirt that evening and
go leave my body there decaying

but it was all up in my mind
paranoid cuz every sound
was like the dropping of a dime
in the middle of the night

she gave me head 3 times
maybe its a sign
but it said caution on the prime
but i went all in and made her cry

chorus 2-

verse 2- (mr. freeze)
mc mister freeze
bending blistered knees
empty nicotine figurines
littering my rap study

(i don’t even smoke)
i can bar in binary 1011101010
(binary sequence of next verse)

making c.r.e.a.m. from c.h.e.e.e.s.e
collecting heaping edible earnings every second easily
like the boys i did it beastily
iller than measles epidemiology

i’m a rapping icon prodigy
phones ring its probably kanye calling me

that’s all i have written down

chorus 3-

verse 3- ( robert ‘just awful’ martin)
oak trees i’m higher than
fake friends i fire them
i’m just a kid with pimpin dreams
downin 40s while sippin lean

i wake and say i’m awful
then wake and bake some waffles
the ways i make this money
will always be unlawful

see a heavy stack of cash
take that sh-t real fast
hop in my fusion pressure
pushin on the gas

homies wanna smoke
but son i’ll have to p-ss
the bleezy while i’m feelin kinda sleazy
call my baby mama and ask her if she miss me

i want this b-tch to kiss me
go ahead and try to diss me
homies be there mobbin with me
i’m rated g like i’m on disney

but more like a gangster
richer than a lannister
cleaner than a janitor
what’s that sh-t i know that smell

i can make it rain in h-ll
but i got a better way to tell
in the future when you need some re-ssurance..
call your own cell phone and ask your dead body for it

- tier on3 lyrics

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