headstart

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lyrics

yuh pussy youre webbed up
theres nothing for u to do ur stuck
posted w the numbrs we can trust
i gotta kill u i must
wearing all yellow i must
pussy ur the one i cant fuckin trust

yuh shoot ur fucking brain out
ur fuckin bitch givin me head now
haha ur jealous wht u tryna do now
imma instigate then run it back
theres rlly nothin u cant take back

im the one and only 3 here
try to b me ima fuck u up
im lookin everywhere n there
dumbass dont u have a fucking clue
u probably r dumb ur useless
ill force u to be clueless

u always fuck shit up
pussi run yo fuckin pockets up
im w the crew u gonna get beat up
pussy u cant be us
u cant be us

i rock my own design
i have my own swag on me
pussy u cant be us
u cant be us

tryin to copy the numbrs
u cant be us (x2)

im not a fuckin subject
dont try to experiment on me
na fuck it why cant u let me be
ur bitch suckin my dick stay mad
u got no bitches pussy stay downbad

i rlly feel like dante im smokin on ts lean
ill cook ur asses like damn beans
then we go n we swat up
this aint no fuckin team swap

we posted at the club
we crash the party up
why tf u cant put anything in the cup

stop w the dickride
ur fuckin fake and u kno it
now ur tryna switch side by side
thats bullshits over u cant do nothin abt it

yuh pussy youre webbed up
theres nothing for u to do ur stuck
posted w the numbrs we can trust
i gotta kill u i must
wearing all yellow i must
pussy ur the one i cant fuckin trust


webbed up

get thru it soon

original: https://soundcloud.com/numbr7/heart-attack

lyrics:

(hi, im 3!)
im js tryna get a bag like 
im not tryna brag but im 
better than yo trash 
make you rage u gettin mad
yea u empty the whole mag
i js pulled up to yo crib 
gave yo bitch a heart attack (x2)

bitch we can go band for band
u js wanna be in my hands
tryna feel like im sayin-

(h-h-hi, im 3!)

now im kinda gettin more looser
now im tryna to get more better
idek what i can stick around for

yuh walk in that bitch i feel super tired
ragdolls these bodies ima feel like im an oxy

(h-h-hi!)
(yuh)

shawty i got alot of bands
ill give it 2 u in my hands
she said im W manz

(hi, im 3!)

now smoothen my time
u made me so fuckin blind 
i cant see my sight
taking away what u had 
now ur gettin mad but
its better than wht u had
give ur bitch a heart attack

im js tryna get a bag like
 im not tryna brag but im 
better than yo trash 
make you rage u gettin mad
yea u empty the whole mag
i js pulled up to yo crib
 gave yo bitch a heart attack (x2)

numbr3

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