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3 16 Lyrics - Artist : CyHi The Prynce
[Intro:]
3:16 it is still the gospel in the whole story, because in 3:16 it is the greatest verse and the greatest text in the Bible "God so loved the world that He gave His begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have an everlasting life! [Verse 1:] Yea, CyHi! Why panic if this how God planned it My eyes slanted from smoking a gigantic Got dammit the dope is on 5 planets ATLien, Decatur where I landed If I get married I hope my bride Spanish Yea I'm kinda manish Put some dick where her diaphragm is But fuck relationships and friendships Cause I rather die on the Titanic Live calm or die frantic I don't do the back and forth I throw the deuces my advantage I'm affiliated any drama we fire canons In the jungle with them trees, my nigga, I'm Tarzanin' Success is never luck it's more like smart plannin' And the car parked is all black like Clark campus Basquiat, paint picture with no canvas I always stood out my nigga I'm outstanding [Hook:] God so loved the world gave his only begotten Rapper If you believe in Him you live happily ever after Word to the Pastor, smokin' this green pasture CyHi the 3rd Chapter comin' back like the rapture My 3 16s nigga My 3 16s nigga Word to the Pastor, smokin' this green pasture CyHi the 3rd Chapter comin' back like the rapture [Verse 2:] Champion from the Pantheon I'm tired of people telling me what can't be done From 2014 and beyond If you ain't talkin money to me sonny than I can't respond I'm from where them pistols whistle like Andy on .223 just as long as Marcus Camby arms At the St. Regis with a fancy blonde Bitch you with a prince why you still got your panties on? Smoke a gram with my girl while the Grammys on Cause this shit I write should have 11 Oscars You ever met a author who holds his weapon awkward This 38 my body guard I call it Kevin Costner Street nigga, Reverend and a Rasta Black Pentecostal who never read the gospel My adversary do it for imaginary mobsters The Prynce from Machiavelli cause us rappers rarely prosper [Hook] [Verse 3:] CyHi! Basking in the ambiance of the Mondrian I'm starving like it Ramadan let's get this parmesan I keep the piece I'm like Gandhi with a tommy gun Slung so many elbows I think I might need Tommy John But this rap bread sweeter than a honeybun And I could never fall off and if I did I bungee jump That's funny, huh? Armani, huh? Fuck a bitch I rather see this money cum You can't see me no more I'm out the country chump With a girl from Capetown running naked cross the lawn I'm a don, Marcello Burlon I swear to Allah my verses deserve to be in the Quran Waalaikumsalam go to Barbados so fun Ratchet hoes used to call me broke now the tables have spun And I don't pay for pussy Only buy shit you able to pawn King David, the Psalm. Prophet like Jacob and John [Hook] [Outro:] Look at it for a moment. God is a great giver. God is the greatest. The greatest Lover: God. The greatest degree: So loved The greatest company: The world. The greatest act: That He gave. The greatest gift... |
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