Текст песни Lil Wayne - Third Strike

[Intro:] I hope you... I really hope you... I really hope you... Didn't think it was gon' be... I hope you... [Chorus:] I hope you didn't think it was gon' be a fist fight, a fair fight, Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life, And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels, And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs, My whole squad bout that money makin', vice versa, And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle, Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker, Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa. Fuck it, man, I got too much money, no such thing, Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean, It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat, I'm flier than these mothafuckas with one wing. [Verse 1:] I'm tired of these mothafuckas, cut strings, I'm first string, Been sayin' more shit than the nurse seen since thirteen, Don't seem to get why you earthlings observe me, It irks me. The cleanest shit come dirt cheap, I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream, I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight, You know it's paradise when you see blurred lights, You on your third strike. [Bridge:] Talkin' to myself, my homies call me crazy, Livin' by myself, my mama say I'm lonely, Sleepin' by myself, my bitches think I'm lyin', Listenin' to myself 'cause I'm my favorite artist, Dependent on myself, the people call me mighty, Defendin' more than self, the people call me hero, I'm good within myself, the people say I'm humble, And I'm protectin' myself tryna stay away from evil, Lord! [Verse 2:] Trappin' way before they called it trappin', Pop a Xanny like a mothafuckin' Aspirin, Got a pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen, Got a Phantom full of smoke while you gaspin', uh! Pocket full of stones, talkin' moonrock, 'Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac, The molly make these niggas think they killers, The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord! I was 15 in a new drop, Pullin' up on the scene in the schoolhouse, Make a bad bitch cuss her dude up. Wait, I was 15 in a new house, Fuckin' right, bad bitch, nothing nice, And she something like my fuckin' wife, But now all we do is fuckin' fight, I feel like a young nigga can't do nothing right, But my money right, we alright, yeah! [Chorus:] Fist fight, a fair fight, Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life, And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels, And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs, My whole squad bout that money makin', vice versa, And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle, Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker, Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa. Fuck it, man, I got too much money, no such thing, Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean, It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat, I'm flier than these mothafuckas with one wing. [Outro:] I was trappin' way before they called it trappin', Pop a Xanny like a fuckin' Aspirin, Pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen, Phantom full of smoke while you gaspin', uh! Pocket full of stones, talkin' moonrock. The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac, The molly make these niggas think they killers, The molly give my trigger finger the jitters. It's Tunechi, bitch, I do it for the sippers, It's Tunechi, bitch, I do it for the sippers, It's Tunechi, bitch, I do it for the strippers, I do it for the cocaine whippers, yeah! Mula, baby! TD on the beat! Mannie on the beat! Yeah!
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