Three Ducks by Big T and Ilya Lyrics
Yo, I'm chilling with these three ducks on a lake, out on the stream
I'm all alone with these ducks and these beats, but I'm still gonna keep going hard to the finish, with the rest of my team, and like these ducks, we don't give no fucks, and I'm gonna keep rappin till dusk to figure this shit all out,
Yo, I"m back up in North Mass, drinking from a lyrical flask, we kicking ass, for better or worse, break into your living room stealin your motherfuckin purse, my name is Big T, and I'm about to be unleashed on the streets of Boston, when he gets on this beat man you can't stop him, you can't find him neither, he'll be feeling the luminiferous ether, (wait what?), while you look in the lost and found, I'll be up here running blasting the stereo with the surround sound on your faces, stealing your motherfuckin knee braces, I just aI feel as free as these three ducks on the lake, and I can keep it up, no matter how much shit you want us to take, cause you're just a physical construct like Drake
I can break down into your arguments into logical fragmentations, break down your bullshit with each one, I don't need a dissertation, to take your whack ass shit and throw it back it you with extra inflammation,
Shoutout to my boy Ilya, we doing this for Russia, crack a cold one, and now we getting turnt in Prussia, talking about the mall, we be chilling, we making a living off this shit man, we be chilling, we be going hard to wall to wall, and we brake through it, we be making bucks, talking bout the animal, talking about my ducks, we just take this shit and make it heat, like a bakery, man I'm tired of your fakery, you're F A K E fake, you're just a physical construct like Drake, I just want to feel as free as these three ducks on the lake
I'm all alone with these ducks and these beats, but I'm still gonna keep going hard to the finish, with the rest of my team, and like these ducks, we don't give no fucks, and I'm gonna keep rappin till dusk to figure this shit all out,
Yo, I"m back up in North Mass, drinking from a lyrical flask, we kicking ass, for better or worse, break into your living room stealin your motherfuckin purse, my name is Big T, and I'm about to be unleashed on the streets of Boston, when he gets on this beat man you can't stop him, you can't find him neither, he'll be feeling the luminiferous ether, (wait what?), while you look in the lost and found, I'll be up here running blasting the stereo with the surround sound on your faces, stealing your motherfuckin knee braces, I just aI feel as free as these three ducks on the lake, and I can keep it up, no matter how much shit you want us to take, cause you're just a physical construct like Drake
I can break down into your arguments into logical fragmentations, break down your bullshit with each one, I don't need a dissertation, to take your whack ass shit and throw it back it you with extra inflammation,
Shoutout to my boy Ilya, we doing this for Russia, crack a cold one, and now we getting turnt in Prussia, talking about the mall, we be chilling, we making a living off this shit man, we be chilling, we be going hard to wall to wall, and we brake through it, we be making bucks, talking bout the animal, talking about my ducks, we just take this shit and make it heat, like a bakery, man I'm tired of your fakery, you're F A K E fake, you're just a physical construct like Drake, I just want to feel as free as these three ducks on the lake