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3:am - bass kids lyrics

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[intro]
(bass kids on the beat)

[verse]
it’s three in the morning and i’m smokin’ on three grams (fire)
just f*cked this lil’ b*tch, then i gave her three grams (here)
chillin’ in seattle, did a show at toe jams
n*ggas broke as h*ll, they don’t really bust no scams (broke)
i jugged a n*gga for a thousand and told him, “oh well” (boy)
took my b*tch to a bnb, you got a motel
one day, i got bored, so i went and punched the hotel
i just f*cked this badass b*tch named noel (come on)
just loaded up three thousand on bitcoin (money)
i just scammed a lame*ass n*gga through bitcoin (give it here)
i’m finna go in neiman marcus, i need some new drip
i just f*cked a b*tch, then i gave her a blue strip (a hundred dollars)
the opps always catch me, but they seem to never do sh*t (nothin’)
i had to cut off my old mans, he was moochin’ (boy)
i had to just cut off your b*tch ’cause she be boostin’ (she lame)
beat a n*gga ass and knock him out ’til he toothless
just got a whole pint, but i’m still pourin’ deuces (a deuce)
i just scammed a lame*ass n*gga from houston (d*mn)
and i got three boas from buford
shot a n*gga with a glock, then i threw it in the sewer
the feds on my laptop, so i threw it in the sewer
forgot to check my ip, i need another computer (d*mn)
finna go on walmart and punch another computer
it declined for an apple, so i grabbed a toshiba (come on)
finna grab a burnout and do my dirty work on a nokia
say he got a scat pack, i just caught him in a kia (bum)
i just copped some white runtz and a three*five of ether (fire)
i’m finna drive three hours, got a show in toledo (skrrt)
and i made twenty*five hundred off venmo
shootin’ at an opp face, i’m tryna bust every pimple
just paid sixty for an eighth, smokin’ on sour skittles (fire)
and i scammed metro boomin for an instrumental (a beat)
just rolled up a backwood filled with l.a. confidential (fire)
i just f*cked this badass b*tch with potential
just beat a n*gga ass and shot him up with my pistol
finna leave his shirt red like he ate a popsicle
i just caught a bum*ass n*gga on a bicycle (a bike)
and i f*cked this b*tch and she told me she bis*xual
i’m finna go to h*ll, i just shot up a funeral
cali plug wrapped the ‘bows in some aluminum foil
i karo’ed a n*gga juice with some oil (boy)
sport a n*gga whip up on finkle and koyle (bang)

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