Devilish Trio – Ain’t No Tellin’ Lyrics

BAKER

Fresh start im up early wipe the crust from my eye
Thinking bout the cheddar cheese and any bud I can find
Time to get pay back knew a bitch from way back couldn’t make me bust a nut So I told her hit the track
Got no time to waste
Left that bitch with sour taste
Hate to think about your maker but it’s baker in the place
With the 3 from the ville come equip with poison skill
Injecting into the vein
It’s a high you love to feel
Boost the most just let me make a little toast
Gettin shitty on the mic I left a pile for the roast
Hold my nose high can catch these bows from the sky
Just a playa on attack so guard yourself or it’s your life
With the words and the verbs turn a verse into a purge
Taking names out the game all to fill my twisted urge
On the verge take a rise in the clouds sitting high never fill my appetite always hunting for a bite
Call me big man I feel the world in my hand plotting on another come up it’s the trio with the plan
Step back you feelin scared
Do not approach
Catch a grip before you slip
This how the story goes

HYDRA

Yeah you can run
But you can’t hide
Think about it
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mane what’s happenin
The rabbit burrows deep underground
But it dont matter
Cause I’m sniffin you out
That’s how we do in the south

Yeah you can run
But you can’t hide
From the madness
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mane what’s happenin
The three from hell ain’t playin around
Wanna see some magic
Imma show you how we do in the south

Im known to thrash like an iraqi who’s passion is capping lids behind a mask
Instead I’m usin my mental
I’ll stick my foot right up your ass
If I have to this ain’t no fib
I’m wastin suckas like a regular basket
Within a kids room
My style seems to be impeccable
Lecturing troubled souls I hold the weight of a messenger cleaning messes up
Except the mic is my tool and I keep it cool under pressure
While knowin things could be better
I’m still gon’ make em move
We bringin that funk
That’s how we do it in the south
Roll a junt and bob yo head
In Tennessee we buck wild
Ain’t no tellin what we’ll do next
They can’t predict that
So all you bustas gon and get up out the way before I split your atoms
Matter of fact
I bet ya hungry here’s a wing trick
Taste the f**kin skin upon my knuckles with some pavement
Face it
Messin with the trio is a major mistake
Shit murders what we write that’s on the daily
I’m built to last like a new battery pack
Off inside the whip
Evading crashes as if I was invisible
So come on try to take away my passion ima get ya lil homie
What’s a razor to a rabbit

Yeah you can run
But you can’t hide
From the madness
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mane what’s happenin
The three from hell ain’t playin around
Wanna see some magic
Imma show you how we do in the south

Yeah you can run
But you can’t hide
Think about it
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mane what’s happenin
The rabbit burrows deep underground
But it dont matter
Cause I’m sniffin you out
That’s how we do in the south

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