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Believe Me Video (MV)




Performed By: One-Three
Language: English
Length: 3:43
Written by: Alfredo Carral




One-Three - Believe Me Lyrics
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For real, I ain't talking Jordan Peele but I'm a ufo
Cause they get out soon as they see us, they're like nope
My bitch cookin' crack out the ass, shit is dope
Bricks in the kitchen, cut the stash up with kitchen soap
Tell 'em this a different pack, if you didn't know
So much coke hiding in my coat, it feels awfully cold
On the block trying not to bluff, got 'em for the snow
For the low, E and DMT, sound like I've been talking code
H, K-2, quaaludes, xans, percs and up
Like John Tucker must die, in my pants, got that jawn on tuck
In traffic with the loud, the car behind me rolling their windows up
I'm from the side of town of "keep ya head up and ya brim low" bruh
Don't you get fold up like paper planes, origami
I was playing Yu-gi-oh with Uniqlo and Y-3 on my body
Chromatique before it was wealth in the mind, not in the pockets
I shot an opp and my guy in the ride, so he's not an accomplice
You wouldn't believe me
If I told you the truth
Bout the shit that I do
You wouldn't believe me
If I said that I can shoot
Then play it off like shit is cool
You wouldn't believe me
Even though I lost one of my dudes
I still gotta make a move
But you wouldn't believe me
I know I got a lot more to lose
But I want it more than you
You gotta believe me
I'm a big dog to you doctor do littles
That ass ain't fat enough, your doctor do little
I was in that hoe, hole deep, Stuart little
So deep, like poetry, if I snap then she gon' shoot the pistol
My bitch such a neat freak, she clean my tools with tissue
Pussy like a referee the way i made it blew a whistle
Throw the flag on the play, on gang I'm too official
Hit that boy with 5 in the morning, he yawning
We couldn't of missed him
Glocky singing RNB, this drum a new edition
F*ck her on the kitchen sink, she can barely do the dishes
That bitch came, gave me big brains, I'm talking Stewie Griffin
Her friend did the same, I couldn't see a thang, but I ain't even knew the difference
Only a few have witnessed, all of their enemies died
I got 'em praying and shaking, I pray that I shook up their pride
I decided to cook up tonight, you better look up at the sky
Cause I'm bout to send him to heaven, this choppa can book you a flight
You wouldn't believe me
If I told you the truth
Bout the shit that I do
You wouldn't believe me
If I said that I can shoot
Then play it off like shit is cool
You wouldn't believe me
Even though I lost one of my dudes
I still gotta make a move
But you wouldn't believe me
I know I got a lot more to lose
But I want it more than you
You gotta believe me
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For real, I ain't talking Jordan Peele but I'm a ufo
Cause they get out soon as they see us, they're like nope
My bitch cookin' crack out the ass, shit is dope
Bricks in the kitchen, cut the stash up with kitchen soap
Tell 'em this a different pack, if you didn't know
So much coke hiding in my coat, it feels awfully cold
On the block trying not to bluff, got 'em for the snow
For the low, E and DMT, sound like I've been talking code
H, K-2, quaaludes, xans, percs and up
Like John Tucker must die, in my pants, got that jawn on tuck
In traffic with the loud, the car behind me rolling their windows up
I'm from the side of town of "keep ya head up and ya brim low" bruh
Don't you get fold up like paper planes, origami
I was playing Yu-gi-oh with Uniqlo and Y-3 on my body
Chromatique before it was wealth in the mind, not in the pockets
I shot an opp and my guy in the ride, so he's not an accomplice
You wouldn't believe me
If I told you the truth
Bout the shit that I do
You wouldn't believe me
If I said that I can shoot
Then play it off like shit is cool
You wouldn't believe me
Even though I lost one of my dudes
I still gotta make a move
But you wouldn't believe me
I know I got a lot more to lose
But I want it more than you
You gotta believe me
I'm a big dog to you doctor do littles
That ass ain't fat enough, your doctor do little
I was in that hoe, hole deep, Stuart little
So deep, like poetry, if I snap then she gon' shoot the pistol
My bitch such a neat freak, she clean my tools with tissue
Pussy like a referee the way i made it blew a whistle
Throw the flag on the play, on gang I'm too official
Hit that boy with 5 in the morning, he yawning
We couldn't of missed him
Glocky singing RNB, this drum a new edition
F*ck her on the kitchen sink, she can barely do the dishes
That bitch came, gave me big brains, I'm talking Stewie Griffin
Her friend did the same, I couldn't see a thang, but I ain't even knew the difference
Only a few have witnessed, all of their enemies died
I got 'em praying and shaking, I pray that I shook up their pride
I decided to cook up tonight, you better look up at the sky
Cause I'm bout to send him to heaven, this choppa can book you a flight
You wouldn't believe me
If I told you the truth
Bout the shit that I do
You wouldn't believe me
If I said that I can shoot
Then play it off like shit is cool
You wouldn't believe me
Even though I lost one of my dudes
I still gotta make a move
But you wouldn't believe me
I know I got a lot more to lose
But I want it more than you
You gotta believe me
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Writer: Alfredo Carral
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