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3rd World Lyrics – Glokk40Spaz

3rd World song lyrics penned by Glokk40Spaz, Al Chapo, music composed by Al Chapo, and sung by Glokk40Spaz from album Took The Biggest Risk (2023).


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Song: 3rd World
Singer: Glokk40Spaz
Music: Al Chapo
Lyrics: Glokk40Spaz, Al Chapo
Album: Took The Biggest Risk (2023)

3rd World Lyrics

Woah, yeah, yeah (GF, yeah)
We smoke— loud, n!gga, I be higher than a halo
(Chapo)
Ten letter Mobb

We smoke so much loud, n!gga, I be higher than airplane (Airplane)
I would’ve been there for you and you picked him, that sh!t lame (Lame)
Ain’t know if I want a took now, want a bust down, want a plain jane (Bust down)
Don’t say nothing to me, I’m goin’ up now, I don’t even wanna hear names
Grew up in the projects, I know some junkies on crack f*ckin’ cocaine
When you haven’t had a stick, you ain’t get no money, n!gga lose your brain
You a sucker, I ain’t never thought I’d be the one to take a chain

Huh, I’m gunnin’, huh, ain’t worried ’bout a lil’ n!gga, he ain’t got aim
These n!ggas broke as f*ck, but they judge just more than Judy (Broke as f*ck)
I’m pissed off on a phone call, boy, stop all that cappin’, you knew me
How me and my brother walk outside? How?
These n!ggas scared, don’t come outside, ha
I used to chop they a$$, don’t come outside
My b!tch say, “You need to do somethin’ with yourself,” I just wanna get high
We chop they block up with them thirties, we catch they a$$ when they ride
Had them big-a$$ Michael Dracs, when they come out, Jackson 5
Yeah, I handle my business
Huh, yeah, lil’ Glokk tote pistols
Huh, caught that boy, he pissy
Huh, and I know he can’t shoot, Ben Simmons
When I was locked up, got my woe a knife, yeah, for Christmas
Mafioso, let’s go drill
All your partners ’round you be some yes men
I’m strapped up and I’m walkin’ ’round with them dead men
Ooh, ready to slide, when y’all n!ggas ready to slide?
Ayy, let’s do our homework on them pussy-a$$ n!ggas, let’s take our time
Uh, n!gga keep on playin’ with this sh!t, we chop his fam, Michael Myers
In the stu’, really with that glizzy
Huh, we can slide any day you want, but I’d rather get shot in the rain
Pillowcase on the stick, aim
Huh, I was down bad, tell ’em plain jane
Free Sumo, we’d rob everything
Huh, knock his a$$ off with no stain
N!gga get hella money, now they wanna hang
Huh, they don’t know, but they still wanna hang
Baby solid gotta work, vampire vain
And yeah, everything really tryna change
Huh, yeah, you ain’t take nothin’ from me, n!gga, that’s a no go
76 mafioso
I sent two letters to let you know (Two of ’em)
I let this b!tch blow, you not brave

We smoke so much loud, n!gga, I be higher than airplane (Airplane)
I would’ve been there for you and you picked him, that sh!t lame (Lame)
Ain’t know if I want a took now, want a bust down, want a plain jane (Bust down)
Don’t say nothing to me, I’m goin’ up now, I don’t even wanna hear names
Grew up in the projects, I know some junkies on crack f*ckin’ cocaine
When you haven’t had a stick, you ain’t get no money, n!gga lose your brain
You a sucker, I ain’t never thought I’d be the one to take a chain

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