- 3AM 歌词 YoungBoy Never Broke Again Cashmere Cat Trill Sammy
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- Trill Sammy 3AM 歌词
- YoungBoy Never Broke Again Cashmere Cat Trill Sammy
- Shawty live life lavish (live lavish)
She ain't ******' with no average (she ain't ******' with no no) I'm in love with the top, I done ran through the guap When I walk in, bake it (bake it) Top disappear like magic On the go, gotta have it **** your hoe like a savage **** your hoe like a savage All this ice, all these carats (ooh) That's your hoe, why she worryin'? Look down on at phone, it's 3am, And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash That make me fall through-ooh Look down on at phone, it's 3am, And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash That make me- (brr) Now I gotta have it **** the cash, turn to a savage New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion ****, I might take the bands straight to the casket Pull up and send me the addy Throw up this cash, watch it fall to the floor Sit down in the 8 try the candy Pour up a cup, rest in peace to Big Moe Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody No-no-no I'm average **** your hoe like a savage All this ice, all these carats (ooh) That's your hoe, why she worryin'? Look down on at phone, it's 3am, And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash That make me fall through-ooh Look down on at phone, it's 3am, And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash That make me- (brr) What it is, tell me what do you feel When I get in your face, ain't no talkin' Five missed calls ring no long Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin' Hop in the bed and **** til' the mornin' Give you some head, you run it this mornin' Whole lotta' money, you want it, I'm on it Tribulations, murder right at the corner I tend for to throw so much that you can't handle Or count at the bottom at random Police gave me a case you might handle I'ma look like a daugher, I stand up Hateres too, where you be at? I'ma fall and jump in, and not yet I approach and I get in your head Bringing up s**t that somebody done said All this ice, all these carats (ooh) That's your hoe, why she worryin'? Look down on at phone, it's 3am, And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash That make me fall through-ooh Look down on at phone, it's 3am, And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash That make me- (brr)
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