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[00:00.000] 作词 : quetion-three
[00:01.000] 编曲 : quetion-three
[00:12.570]ya bi* ch i make you ring ring ring ring ring
[00:18.990]god sh* t it feels like you s* cking my d* ck
[00:21.420]River flow, river river flow
[00:28.080]Take me back where the hustlers go.
[00:31.170]Dirty South, where the beat don’ t stop,
[00:33.480]Money, power, but the soul won’ t drop.
[00:36.150]Sunset paint the bricks blood red,
[00:39.630]Mama's tears in the cornbread,
[00:41.190]Roaches dance near the oven flame,
[00:42.270]While the block boys play that deadly game.
[00:43.110]Northside wind blows through Beale Street lights,
[00:49.110]Old- school Cadillac, dreams in the night.
[00:52.560]Money talk loud, but I don’ t hear,
[00:55.980]Just the mic in my hand and the grind every year. Blues in the smoke, whiskey on ice,
[01:04.770]Church bells echo with secrets and vice.
[01:06.480]If you ain’ t from here, you’ ll never know,
[01:08.730]Memphis blood burns like the river’ s flow.
[01:15.810]ya bi* ch i make you ring ring ring ring ring
[01:22.140]god sh* t it feels like you s* cking my d* ck
[01:24.600]River flow, river river flow
[01:31.230]Take me back where the hustlers go.
[01:34.320]Dirty South, where the beat don’ t stop,
[01:36.600]Money, power, but the soul won’ t drop.
[01:43.110]Police lights flash in the rearview glance,
[01:48.990]Backseat homie countin’ up the advance.
[01:54.480]Three6 playbook, that’ s my creed,
[01:56.910]Hustle till the sunrise, chase the dream.
[02:00.330]Pink Caddy, paint like the dusk,
[02:03.300]Old man on the corner say," Boy, you blessed."
[02:05.940]Pyramid high, but my roots in the mud,
[02:13.050]Memphis raised, Memphis raised， never scared of the blood.
[02:23.850]If the river ran backwards, would I walk the same path?
[02:27.510]The mirror ask me—
[02:28.560]You moved weight, but did you sell your soul（ haha no way！）
[02:31.470]Ain’ t no love without the pain...
[02:37.860]Ain’ t no crown without the rain...
[02:38.880]river flow… river flow…

文本歌词

作词 : quetion-three
编曲 : quetion-three
ya bi* ch i make you ring ring ring ring ring
god sh* t it feels like you s* cking my d* ck
River flow, river river flow
Take me back where the hustlers go.
Dirty South, where the beat don’ t stop,
Money, power, but the soul won’ t drop.
Sunset paint the bricks blood red,
Mama's tears in the cornbread,
Roaches dance near the oven flame,
While the block boys play that deadly game.
Northside wind blows through Beale Street lights,
Old- school Cadillac, dreams in the night.
Money talk loud, but I don’ t hear,
Just the mic in my hand and the grind every year. Blues in the smoke, whiskey on ice,
Church bells echo with secrets and vice.
If you ain’ t from here, you’ ll never know,
Memphis blood burns like the river’ s flow.
ya bi* ch i make you ring ring ring ring ring
god sh* t it feels like you s* cking my d* ck
River flow, river river flow
Take me back where the hustlers go.
Dirty South, where the beat don’ t stop,
Money, power, but the soul won’ t drop.
Police lights flash in the rearview glance,
Backseat homie countin’ up the advance.
Three6 playbook, that’ s my creed,
Hustle till the sunrise, chase the dream.
Pink Caddy, paint like the dusk,
Old man on the corner say," Boy, you blessed."
Pyramid high, but my roots in the mud,
Memphis raised, Memphis raised， never scared of the blood.
If the river ran backwards, would I walk the same path?
The mirror ask me—
You moved weight, but did you sell your soul（ haha no way！）
Ain’ t no love without the pain...
Ain’ t no crown without the rain...
river flow… river flow…