lirik lagu 3am – tne jaypee
aye pipe up hood rich
yeah
met this lil b*tch say she wanna f*ck me on her only fans
b*tch you crazy that’s like a feature hoe, that sh*t gont come some bands
i be serving all exotic, d*mn near got bout 30 strands
look in my closet, straight designer
b*tch i got like 20 brands
road running, chasing money
all i know is get that bread
p*ssy say he getting money, n*gga you fell off on yo head
flexing with $1000, b*tch i spend that on my bed
everyday i’m counting up, ima do it till i’m dead
young n*gga, bossed up
yeah you know i talk my sh*t
you n*ggas stressing bout that stimulus check i get that off one l!ck
ain’t no strangers in the trap, i got rules b*tch i’m strict
only pounds, ain’t no grams, that lil sh*t don’t even exist
n*ggas saying my rapping trash, i ain’t worried b*tch i’m paid
you working hard 9*5, i wake up that lil sh*t made
really rich on god, i take risks i ain’t afraid
look he mad, you offended line it up let’s take a fade
open my eyes up and all i see is red
before we go on this trip, n*gga tell me is you scared
(huh)
riding for my brother like a bike with a peg
i got it, you got it n*gga you ain’t gotta beg
smoking on that za, why y’all smoking on that regular
delete that icloud from that cellular
and if you ain’t know that’s how the feds a work
and how you only gangsta when you popping percs
watch the lil b*tch that’s off a pill, she do ya dirty
i done f*cked a few b*tches who titties still perky, they close to 30
say you know me from my names and numbers, hang up my jersey
how the plug hit me as soon as it drop, but i’m still early
why they hating on us, we trying make a way for the streets no cement
we talk paper only, won’t speak on social sites if n*ggas beefing
no new friends, behind ya back they tell ya secrets
call ya friends, n*ggas bust in kick open yo door, while you sleeping
(yeah)
met this lil b*tch say she wanna f*ck me on her only fans
b*tch you crazy that’s like a feature hoe, that sh*t gont come some bands
i be serving all exotic, d*mn near got bout 30 strands
look in my closet, straight designer
b*tch i got like 20 brands
road running, chasing money
all i know is get that bread
p*ssy say he getting money, n*gga you fell off on yo head
flexing with $1000, b*tch i spend that on my bed
everyday i’m counting up, ima do it till i’m dead
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