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3rd World
10,473
Hip-Hop/Rap
3rd World was released on November 7, 2018 by WRECK -N-CREW DA LABLE as a part of the album For Dat 3rd
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Release DateNovember 7, 2018
LabelWRECK -N-CREW DA LABLE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WNC WhopBezzy
WNC WhopBezzy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
WNC WhopBezzy
WNC WhopBezzy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darren Doiron Banks
Darren Doiron Banks
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lately, I been in the streets, that's just how I'm comin'
I ain't been pickin' up the phone, they think I'm actin' funny
**** playin' on my top, must think that I'm a dummy
I can't wait to catch you lackin', hit you with this Tommy
Glock, it holds fifty shots, this cutter hold a hundred
**** think that I forgot, bitch, don't you owe me money?
We trappin' in the same spot, it ain't no need from runnin'
Ain't no need for up the conversate if it ain't 'bout no money
I don't fuck with **** 'cause they fifty, boy, my clique a hundred
I don't want yo' bitch, she on my dick, you need to get yo' woman
Same bitch that used to suck me down when I was bummy lookin'
Same bitch that's on a **** dick since I got money, look
I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, just keep it real with me
I wonder, if I wasn't who I was, would you be feelin' me?
Turnt up on the stage, we throwin' threes, I got the feel with me
Catch me by myself, shit, I ain't trippin', bitch, that steel with me
And I don't really give a fuck, prolly never will
Fuck that boy that's on his hat, I told that ****, "Chill"
**** can't be lookin' for WhopBezzy, shit, I'm in the field
Bitch, you talkin' crazy like you wit' it, that ain't how you live
Make me bring that pressure to yo' head, show you how it feel
Bitch, you feelin' play shit, what up? Come get you a kill
My lil' **** ready for the spin, just like a fuckin' drill
When is up, it ain't no comin' down, it is what it is
I hear a **** got a bag on me, get yo' money back
You see yo' shooter roam my fuckin' block, he ain't comin' back
We certified and, bitch, we uppin' first, shit, ain't no dumpin' back
If a **** miss you, that was gone, but, bitch, we comin' back
I'm sorry this the life I live, you better not play with me
I know I gotta keep my steel 'cause **** hate on me
Move around if you don't keep it real, that ain't okay with me
'Cause I can't trust a soul, fuck these hoes, I got my bae with me
She hate when I be loaded, never sober 'cause I play for keeps
You tryna get that pack, I got the gas, bitch, come fuck with me
One up on me, stunt, pow-pow, knock you off yo' feet
That's what you get since you want be seen, put you on a team
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and I had to run that bitch like that
You heard me?
Oh, my God
You know we feel talented, 3rd World, you know
Fuck a **** head, he shouldn't head out there
Talkin' fame, posted in the stores, I'm probably in the back
If a **** roam me, do they shit, they all gotta pack
I heard these **** out there broke, you better get a sack
Come around and flexin' with yo' shit, then you gettin' jacked
And that's on God, ****
Oh, my God
And, bitch, I swear to God
Shit, I put that on that third (Oh, my God)
Written by: WNC WhopBezzy
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