C-THREE

Guitar Insrumental

C3- DON'T

TripZ & C3 - Luxury Life (prod. king)

Champagne( prod. C3)

C3 - Dad's Song

PrequelToTheSequel ft. C3

Prod. lildarkointhecut X Plague

(Verse 1 - C3)
I can see her lookin straight at me
She reppin them eyes like you wouldn't believe
Like aye yeah she finite, aye yeah she finite
I don't even understand, understand it
Is it real or am i just damaged?
Aye yeah am i right, aye yeah am i right
I don't know where i'm going
I don't know what to do i'm lo$t
I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know what's the move i'm done
I'm done (X8)

(Verse 2 - lildarkointhecut)
I'm just rappin bout what yall want, what yall really want
That boy talkin shit put em down, lay em in the trunk
Feel like Trunks, yall some androids smokin on that fronto
But i won't front tho, that bitch just want a handout
And i ain't on that, i feel somethin like Lando
And i'ma pan out, hit you with the zoom in
Bitch we zoomin down the fuckin freeway
I feel like Tony, i do this shit my way
All you got in this life is your balls and ya word
I'ma hit the curb, driftin at 180, hoe
And that's a pretty bitch up in my front view
What she want, want she want, what she tryna do?
Spark the blunt i just wanna go home
I'm so tired of these hoes, i don't think that she know
Callin up my fuckin phone, now i'm cashed from the smoke
Bitch we runnin outta dope, so i gotta get some moooooo

WHAT SHE WANT

Prod. lildarkointhecut 

(Verse - C3)
They don't know the real me, can't feel me
All alone in a world that conceals me
Up in the crib with a couple of zips
Took a couple of shots, now this one's empty
Gone
The milky way can't hold me
Dope C3 got a chokehold g
Shoutin out to Pac all eyes on me
All i get is bread, dope, my paper peak
You weak, this heat
I get what i came for, everything
This sleek, take a peep
Get wrecked bitch, just go sleep
Defeat from C, dishin out pain every bar i speak
I wield this drink, sippin codeine can't feel my feet

GONE (Snippet)

Happy Halloween 👻

Prod. lildarkointhecut

(Verse 1 - lildarkointhecut)
They always told me keep a torch
For i jump off the porch, aye
Darko up next? Yeah of course
Now you got it from the source
I just might spit in ya face
Get knocked off right off rip
Blood all over the place
Boy you makin a mess
Who you tryna impress? 
I'ma proceed to press
The blade into yo chest
The Mossberg to yo head
Young Cobain in the flesh, uh, yuh

(Verse 2 - Luca D)
Sitting back gettin my dick sucked
By a thick slut, got the hiccups
From the shit that we just sipped up
Just ask her she gettin tipped up, shit what
That's yo bitch she suck and get fucked
With my crew we doing big stuff
Sittin back smokin them big blunts
White girl, molly, what you with uh?
Maybe sip up, Mary zipped up
Purple stuff up in my foam cup
Lucy got me so far gone yuh
Bitch go home i do not want ya

(Verse 3 - C3)
Show my fuckin dick to these hoes
And i watch em while they salivate
Everything i touch is gold
You can call me Midas, aye
Call that bitch a fuckin slut
Call it street rule number one
Bitch ain't puttin out, that shit is tragic
Better hit the cut
Money from the fuckin sauce
Cash flow got me rich as fuck
Busted up the vault
Shits congested, so its fuckin stuffed

C-THREE

C3ThaEternal

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