Lil Durk - 3 Headed Goat (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Durk - 3 Headed Goat (en) Lyrics
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These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm
still good at math, but,
nigga, don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the
right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding 'round with that blicky,
I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot, so
we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as
it pop, I'm goin' retarded
He say I'm hard and he say I'm
garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the
winter, and we on them jet skis
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the
'Cat and I'm workin' the red key
I cannot mention my homies inside
of my song 'cause I know
they be trappin' a lot
I can't keep takin' these pills,
when I'm in the trenches,
they say I be cappin' a lot
I know a nigga who say he got
rich off the dope, but
I know he be actin' a lot
I know some niggas who said that
they took down the city, but
niggas be lackin' a lot
That shit was awful, nigga
had that dog food
That day they shot you,
I slid on a Mongoose
You cannot come back around
me, you turned your back
on me, I cannot forget
The police was lyin', they say
that they caught you, but
nigga, they made you admit
Your name was found, you put
in that work, they took
your stick, you a bitch
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they
all be mad we rich (Turn up)
Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss,
ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid,
keep lookin' over my shoulder
Niggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag,
boy, that's my shit like I wrote it
These rappers really nice as hell
I'm a different nigga
when I'm pissed off
Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg
I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl
Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals
I been gettin' to it,
lotta missed calls
Turn it off, what the fuck
is he talking 'bout?
I should slap you for
sayin' he hot as me
I don't know who could
fuck with me honestly
They know I'm the man,
so they watchin' me
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, he must not be usin' his head
If he thinkin' I don't
keep a Glock with me
That's like suicide if
you play with us
Got a better chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when
that chopper sweep
Make the crowd dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain't
no stoppin' me
Three-car garage, million-dollar crib
With a foreign bitch
ridin' on top of me
Lot of people done said
I wouldn't be shit
Well, I guess they owe me an apology
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