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lirik lagu 2:45 am – prowla

[verse 1: prowla]
some man only got a few flows
me, i always got new flows
you know that my flow’s heavy like sumos
you broke dudes ain’t getting no kudos
for them sweaty flows you wrote
you could get buried, no tombstone
just you and every pad and pen you own
you wanna borrow flows but we don’t do loans
when i say i’m in the studio bleaching
it don’t mean something that’ll make me look two-toned
means i’mma be up in the booth, zoned out
till the sun comes up and the moon goes down
invite a couple sluts and they snooze, go down
brain get me inspired, booth slow down
let me get the last part of this tune wrote down
hop in the booth, vocal that fast
puff, puff, p-ss, couple zoots go round

[chorus: prowla]
and it’s 2:45am and i’m f-cked
and i’ve had rum in more than one cup
and i’ve had kush in more than one puff
but f-ck that shit, i’mma be up in this b-tch till the sun comes up

[verse 2: prowla]
studio life
i hope i get this verse on the first take
cause i don’t wanna do this flow twice
in the booth with no lights on, i’m gone
way past basic, wavy
maybe it’s the straight goose with no ice
or the numerous blunts i’ve blazed
but i’m still spitting, you would think i’m unfazed
by the liquor and the weed, and physical fatigue
and spitting as a smoker, it gets difficult to breathe
it’s cool, i do difficult with ease
and impossible, with difficulties, it’ll be achieved
though i see no limits
i’mma keep racing, i see no finish
just the peak cuh my t-o fitted
the track that i’m on
and the bank account with a bag of zeroes in it

[verse 3: tre mission]
i’m in the lab with p and his phone’s blinging
don’t ring in, you won’t get no bring-in
my flows deeper than hell so you couldn’t find one
even if you and your friends went gold-digging
go k!ll ’em, i could do it with no riddim
couldn’t keep up, can’t slip with no riddim
sixteen grains in the clip, put those in him
sixteen pieces of flesh with holes in him
he’s g-ssed up, that’s what’s choking him
something like the century sam i’m smoking him
coming like a bong toke when i exhale
everything set sail but i never do no shipping
if he said he got heart, let’s open him
sleepless nights in the malmaison
if i’m not with sonny then i’m at phase one
niggas wanna aim where my hat lays on
smoke blunts to the beat while that plays on
metronome is off when i’m flowing
nigga, check your dome, it’s off when i go in
expose your brain, leave all of it showing, hold that
you better swallow that pride like prozac
ring, ring, hello, hold up, throwback
f-ck uncle sam, [?] two
416, act like you know that

- prowla

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