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lirik lagu 3am – thamonster

[intro: thamonster]
nah, hold up, let’s go
uh (3rdzip)

[verse 1: thamonster]
goin’ for new adventures, future endeavors
my father been knew i’m special, he flew, i reckon
the things we went through together, i view the message
you might do what i do, but i do it better
my girl know she gettin’ ignored, but it’s not important
i’m makin’ music, no more shortage, a new assortment
i’m on my third glass, bring me another one
until i can’t even walk straight and i mess it up
she drunk textin’ me “hey, how you doin’?”
i know she undеr influences, i don’t care if i ruin it
a three am call, why not? i’m on thе way
slept at five, end the party like i’m in la
i’m in the booth with some food and it’s for the troops, uh
i’m keepin’ it clean before we get dirty at two
come by the two like my shoes, i’m talkin’ ’bout—, uh
i’m talkin’ ’bout my paychecks after i split it real smooth, facts
they makin’ announcements and i be makin’ moves, facts
they’re takin’ a year, make a album afternoons, facts
shout out to t, he’s been my boy since day two, slatt
i’m slayin’ beats ’cause i can
what i’m goin’ through, it don’t matter
feelin’ like john wick, i need me a gun, uh
billy gon’ pay, nah, he is never gon’ run, uh
stay in the shade, i’m leavin’ the sun, uh
she said that she love me, but i am leavin’ with some’, uh
it’s ’bout time i talk with evidence
a tummy tuck’s a consequence to that bullet hittin’ the stomach
brother, i’m the one, i’m not the one to make fun of
gettin’ money under, i’m diggin’ all the tunnels
i’m with my side and she outside, she smoke a joint
i feel like it’s a win ’cause i’m out here gettin’ them points
i feel like it’s a sin, but god got faith in a boy
i feel a lot of things, but not empathy for them boys, wait
uh, i don’t care ’bout the cost
that’s 20,000 for the whip, y’all rappers payin’ it off
it’s not that i’m not from the us y’all gotta think that i’m soft
it’s not that i ain’t 15 that i can’t i can’t be a boss
and i’m exhausted, but i want no “sorry for your loss”
’cause my brother got shot in vain
but what point are you tryna gain
if you can’t fit the pumps i walk in?
you can make references, but not mean what you are talkin’
i’m speakin’ from exhaustion, brother, uh
i feel like a father figure, how i’m son*in’ y’all rappers
i like to do this thing, i’m makin’ fun of y’all rappers
i’m an artist, a whole monster, i’m not one of y’all rappers
i shoot the lights out, might bounce, all your homies might vouch
every day i’m shinin’, i remind them of a lighthouse
she gave me her necklace, so i got to shoot her lights out
pardon me for the bad rhyme, i had to say it
all right, now i’m ready
i hear you talkin’ sl!ck through the phone
but what you gon’ do on your own if you and me all alone?
that’s what i said to your girl and she already said that it’s on
i made the worst ones side with me
been like this ever since i was born
as a child, been lackin’ love, so i make sure y’all not enough
all my troubles been addin’ up, i’m not tired of actin’ up
i be spazzin’, y’all rappers suck
i’m a bully but you can’t duck the fists
mind’s always been corrupt, the—, uh
[bridge: thamonster]
whoa, yuh
[laughter]

[verse 2: 3rd & thamonster]
the chain swing, just like the pendulum
the rocks look like flav clock mixed with m&ms
please, barely need to talk, my nuts drag like the trees
grew up on the lox and a little jay*z
they be lookin’ at me like the 3rd can’t bleed
and the hoes get around me and i swear they can’t breathe
i’m a locksmith, baby, show you all the keys
tell me what you want and i can show you how to—
i can show you how to get it, baby (yeah)
and n*ggas rockin’ on the top, like i sh*tted, baby (yeah)
bonjour to my n*ggas in france
i got enough trick money just to get ’em to dance
and the pants big enough just to fit all my sh*t
but the pants not big enough to fit all my d*ck, so i sag ’em
n*ggas talkin’ cl!cks, but they b*tches so i rag ’em
i be rockin’ diamonds that you n*ggas couldn’t fathom
red, yellow, blue, black diamonds
it take a couple 100 years just to get to minin’ (tell ’em, dawg)
and this is perfect timin’
3rd beats on this sh*t so you know it’s shinin’, uh
and this is water, my boy
n*ggas talkin’ all that sh*t but you a waterin’ boy
and, uh, uh, i be on top of it, boy
ayy, yo, to my n*ggas out in—, yeah
[bridge: thamonster & 3rd]
yuh [laughter]
come on, n*gga
it’s too easy
monster, 3rd

[verse 3: notxxxayne]
hmm, corrupt the minds of the youth
it’s twisted and sickenin’, i advise that you follow through
but keep your feet up to survive and cut the ties off the noose
or get your re*up off the high, lose your mind off the juice
it’s kinda crazy, droppin’ n*ggas all the time like a deuce
up in a cup, i’m stirrin’ b*tches up like i’m in a brew
i’m cookin’ n*ggas with these bullets, way i’m fryin’ they tulip
i’m sproutin’ out a cacoon and i’m flyin’ up to the roof
and i’m’a tear this b*tch up
just like a ruler, it’s light
and don’t be thinkin’ n*ggas function when i’m pourin’ a pint (ah)
i’m not a player, but i be f*ckin’ up a b*tch like my nikes
i’m kickin’ n*ggas out the function if they bringin’ a d—
i got two phones, one up in my left and my right
i got some purple in my cup like i be f*ckin’ with mike
(these n*ggas on my d*ck)
these b*tches catchin’ a ride
they don’t got sh*t to provide but pretty p*ssy and eyes
let me talk to ’em
dirty dan, these n*ggas lurkin’, listenin’ to plans
b*tch, you not comin’ up with me, i’m comin’ with the fam
b*tch, you a fan? knock your lights out
n*gga, we manifestin’ that up, just like a kite now
n*gga, we high now, we up in the sky, n*gga, the stratosphere
the f*g is near ’cause n*ggas is the sayin’
and we ain’t f*ckin’ with ’em heavy like a b*tch with a f*g
these n*ggas tuckin’ with a semi’ but a b*tch really mad
y’all n*ggas f*cked up
[outro: notxxxayne]
woo
that’s why me put me last

- thamonster

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