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tommy wright iii - 666 lyrics

[hook: dj paul]
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for my pizody with a love of robbery
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for my pizody with a love of robbery
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for the love that they got for the three six
business and a heart of me
for my pizody with a love of robbery

[verse 1: lord infamous]
me be so indulged with the dope and i’m thinkin’ i’m about to faint
the smoke from the jamaican ganja and i’m steady sippin’ on that grapefruit paint, as i drank
i think, i want to just spray n-gg-s while smokin’ dank
then i will go get me some f-cking black market artillery like a d-mn tank so i can sank
a battleship, me motherf-ckin’ m-n-script
pimp me born equipped to make blood drip with clips of hollow tips, no miss
by lord, a n-gg- you cannot afford
to f-ck with, i buck with motherf-ckin’ skull flips
he slips, i swings machetes through his arteries
i don’t leave enough of the guts for them to be performin’ some f-ckin’ autopsies
i pop these plastics and burn yo -ss like acid
sn-tch out ya f-cking eyes and put ’em in a jar like vlasic’s
by smokin’ on this blunt-ah i’m burnin’ bud like lumber
scarecrow the spirit hunter lives off plenty marijuana
satanic triple 6, satan himself gave me a gun
i’m pumpin’ this twenty gauge tryin’ to knock out your lungs
i believe in that redrum, b-tch

[verse 2: tommy wright iii]
gangsta for life creepin’ nights tommy wright
hollow tips as we grip let it rip in your f-ckin’ face
mind of a lunatic crucifix on a b-tch
once i leave early my son come inside my place
tommy keep sn-tchin’ up purses and orderin’ he-rs-s
for bustas that come empty handed
now low wid a nine to your skull
and i still come equip wid full clips tommy known to be deadly
scandalous, candle lit, as i’m commencin’ to summon the spirits
i talk too are sleepin’ i’m creepin’ knee deep in a puddle of blood
i caliggy first shootin’ punks who disrespect
sendin’ out round after round like the 4th of july
do or die .45 at your temple your life done refuse in a bucket
so f-ck it you stuck wid a villain and finish yourself
too a n-gg- life tommy wright full ah lead, bloodshed
leave a n-gg- in his deathbed scared
gangfight, came hype, make a n-gg- hang tight, lay and die
ship him then crypt him like, stay in fright
as i creep finna get paid tearin’ up sh-t like a renegade
lookin’ like there been a raid, campin’, kidnap a prankster
lock him in the trunk, don’t resist or ya b-tch’ll get sprayed
in the face wid a buckshot hot bullets penetrate demonstrate tommy wright
don’t play
sh-lls, poppin’ from the gun comin’ uzi weigh a tonne
i prefer the gun cause my uzi
make you look like you on your menstruation
sh-lls, poppin’ from the gun comin’ uzi weigh a tonne
i prefer the gun cause my uzi
make you look like you on your menstruation
sh-lls, poppin’ from the gun comin’ uzi weigh a tonne
i prefer the gun cause my uzi
make you look like you on your menstruation

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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