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Third World

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Third World was released on March 1, 2024 by BASHFORTHEWORLDLLC as a part of the album Mundo

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sebastian Martell

Sebastian Martell

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Ashton McCreight

Ashton McCreight

Songwriter

Lyrics

Third world paisa

I'm turned up 'cause I'm chosen

I can't die yet

My wrist ain't frozen

I'm Migo down we get high then we focus

I ran it up, put my wrist in the open

You reach for my chain & catch three to your colon

Gangsta

My momma told me fuck the police

Run them racks up till they break off the lease

I can put the packs up in a Chevy caprice

Stuff the cash bust, you then head back to the streets

I got my head

Out the window

Throwing three's up

Then **** put that pressure on you gone freeze up

Bitch hit a corner too fast, I told her ease up

Ay, damn

You in the club

I'm counting up that's why you don't never see us

Ay, damn

I know a bitch selling coochie tell a **** get yo cheese up

Ay

Migo get the bread first

It's new problems when you up make you head hurt

How you broke take a trip to make your legs work

If the bitch round me make her legs twerk

Ay, damm

I fill my lungs up with gas & put drank in my juice

My partner got a script

Pay three-hundred for the deuce

It's probably five-fifty if he sold the shit to you

I put the wok in the air just to see what it does

Ay, damm

How you're trying to step to me

Don't, nobody know you

Ay, damm

All white like angel dust

If you ain't trying to die about it, don't bring it up

I make a bitch do the most to say it ain't enough

Young **** riding round with the stainless tucked

You've been jumped off the porch **** hang it up

Woke up choking this morning chain tangled up

Say I put all my jewelry on just to go to the store

I ain't even trying to flex, but it's clapped if you don't

Get my shoes from the back, don't play me like I'm broke

Ay, damm

I just ran up a ticket you gatekeeping clothes

Ay, damm

Written by: Sebastian Martell

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