Danny Brown - 3 Tearz (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Danny Brown - 3 Tearz (en) Lyrics
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Used to cut the rock with no glove on
Shove on, for the block, developed
a 'Love Jones'
The reasons why your hoe
got them rug burns
It's 'No limit', call me 'Mr. Serv-on'
Work all day till the work gone
Talking back in the day
when I had chirp phone
My nigga made a wrong turn,
got flipped in the zone
Had to say I was a smoker
just so I could go home
Everyday another episode
I'm just tryna hear the beat
like a stethoscope
Like my bassline's thick,
like a Texas hoe
It was written but the
signature not legible
Drink so much, I could drown a fish
On some other shit, a demon on
the hunt for the succubus
Why you on some cuddle shit?
Hit it then fuck a bitch
I don't think you know who
you're fucking with
Two tears in the bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothing, nothing
Danny is dangerous, Run the Jewels
is chaos and arrangement
Shit'll give your fuck
face a face lift
Papa did the triple Lindsey
flip when the 'cane hit
Mama never met a bottle that she
couldn't drain quick, aye
Stuck in a rude mood, the
fuck shit approaches
Like we believe in nothing, Lebowski,
there's no motive
I'm Babylon, tryna get bags
like fuck all of 'em
Death is on my couch and I'm tellin'
him jokes, stallin' him
Plus, I offer one of my smokes,
he smoked all of 'em
True Doom eat up the crew
like 'Mm... Food'
Say the name, it's like you're
praying for pain, we too rude
Gotta brain? You gon' move it
or lose it, you screwed
I'm profane, yes deranged
and I say, "Real shit"
If I'm correct, the really cool
kids probably callin' it 'lit'
Call the shit that I am culling
from my brain with a switch
Hold my beer, I'm 'bout to go
and get rich, motherfuckers
Three tears in the bucket, fuck it
Hold up, I don't give a fuck
'bout Trump, who got dumped
Who protestin' collections
at their garbage dump?
And I don't really give a
fuck about giving a fuck
And who feels the black celebrities
ain't givin' enough
Give 'em the dick, fat
slick son of a bitch
Better than you are, what you
are's the son of a whore
My dad told me that your mom was
something mean on her knees
But thank God we ain't related 'cause
she swallowed the seeds
Happy belated, I'm elated
to know we ain't related
So tell your special kids stop saying,
"Auntie Shay" to my lady
I sip on fine wines, fine dine
with dimes and nines
I got an Einstein mind
and I still tote iron
I'm a P-I-M-P in my own rhyme
Space age, gorilla pimpin' out
the cage with mine (What
you steal from me nigga?)
If it's goddamn mine (Would you
kill for me nigga?), bitch,
you out yo' goddam mind
And that's goddamn right,
I'm goddam Mike
Win in the end, like Tina
did goddamn Ike
Bucket, fuck it
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