bitch you know that i be number iii

lyrics:
king pickle the third of france
yeah, my dick in her pants
ooh, comic sans
symbol of war, yeah we makin' the bands
king pickle the third of france
stop talkin' up shit, yeah it makin' me mad
yeah, ay, try to be me, you can't

yeah, ay, lil' boy, try to be me, you can't
get outta my country, you aint payin' my bands
napoleon shit, how we get outta france

yeah, ay, i told that bitch that she crazy
she on the streets, i'm in my castle
me and my boys straight talkin' with ladies

yeah, yeah, you know that i be number three (number three)
finish england, she be bouncin' on my meat
yeah, yeah, you know that i be number three (number three)
finish england, she be bouncin' on my-

king pickle the third of france
yeah, my dick in her pants
ooh, comic sans
symbol of war, yeah we makin' the bands
king pickle the third of france
stop talkin' up shit, yeah it makin' me mad
yeah, ay, try to be me, you can't

king pickle the third of france
yeah, my dick in her pants
ooh, comic sans
symbol of war, yeah we makin' the bands
king pickle the third of france
stop talkin' up shit, yeah it makin' me mad
yeah, ay, try to be me, you can't
king pickle the third of france
yeah, my dick in her pants
ooh, comic sans
symbol of war, yeah we makin' the bands
king pickle the third of france
stop talkin' up shit, yeah it makin' me mad
yeah, ay, try to be me, you can't

iii (prod. longlight)

paytowinnnnnnnnnnnnn

lyrics:
you fucker, got no skill
talkin' shit up with fake grills
nah, what you tryna flex?
that shit is not real
talkin' 'bout your sex
but you know you only twelve, like

stop your fuckin' whining
and just get good already
only money that you got is your mom's spaghetti
no skill little bitches
amphetamine trippin'
talkin' shit up when you fixing
spend more money, way more bitching

you fucker, got no skill
talkin' shit up with fake grills
nah, what you tryna flex?
that shit is not real
talkin' 'bout your sex
but you know you only twelve, like

stop your fuckin' whining
and just get good already
only money that you got is your mom's spaghetti
no skill little bitches
amphetamine trippin'
talkin' shit up when you fixing
spend more money, way more bitching

stop your fuckin' whining
and just get good already
only money that you got is your mom's spaghetti
no skill little bitches
amphetamine trippin'
talkin' shit up when you fixing
spend more money, way more bitching

paytowin (prod. shvde*)

homework song

lyrics:
yeah, my father tried to kill me, i was ten years old
with my mother on the night that he decide to go rogue
bullets sprayin' down the hall, i felt his blood turnin' cold
locked ourselves in that store, soul white as a ghost
yeah, yeah, i felt the soul ease on the track
one hundred racks up on my feet nobody catchin' that
i went up runnin' like the wind, coach found out that i was cap
he done kicked me from the team, so i found myself come runnin' back

yeah, ay, i punched that biggy brandon kid
he talkin' smack about my issues, gonna run my side through him
i'm kinda scared about myself cuz i don't know what lies within
glass manor where i'm from, don't try to get on violence
yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, turn down the decibles
want be like my coach, talkin' gold collectables
i got silver on my feet, i feel mad defendable
i got a bounty on my head like i be mad incredible

yeah, my father tried to kill me, i was ten years old
with my mother on the night that he decide to go rogue
bullets sprayin' down the hall, i felt his blood turnin' cold
locked ourselves in that store, soul white as a ghost

KING PICKLE THE THIRD OF FRANCE

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