3am in LA (feat. Trippy Trey)
GucciJay
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Yo, Precise, let's turn up You better be quick, or you gon' have a problem I taught these niggas all the sauce, but they be actin' childish When I'm O.T., bitch, it's chicken chicken Catch me, I'll hurt Wally I just made this fiend break his leg, now he at the doctor I love you, Jigga, man Okay, bitch, we lurkin' on the block, lookin' for the opps Finna slide with A.R.P., my lil' bitch got the chop Heard she got some fire here, and I finna spend a bag on Me and Tripp, I think Cali, we just lookin' for a jizz You ain't never had the buzz, you ain't never met the blood Try to run up on me, tweakin', I'll get yo' ass a slug Try to run up on me, tweakin', I'll get yo' ass a slug I'm tryna beat the pussy down, I ain't lookin' for no hood Yeah, my lil' bitch so cold, she done make the hoes hate F*ck her good, we gettin' lobster, then we go and get some steak Bitch, we fuckin' with the fraud, you ain't never had no pay I remember I was down, now I'm gettin' all this pay He was talkin' on the net, till we caught him with his bitch Bet you know how it be, niggas never run shit This nigga Tay out here trippin', he done told the 40 clip Remember bein' 14, I had yo' bitch up on that road She was like 17, had her goin' to the store We was fuckin' up the city, you was in the crib, bro Ain't nobody think you gangsta, lil' nigga, you a joke Don't ever try to fluke shit, better know I keep the pole And don't try to say we broke, better know we keep a road Bitch, we flippin' all the pots, leave and not go, I'm with his word I had a hunnid bands on me, told yo' bitch to make it to her Heard she got some fire pussy, I didn't hit her, I'm prepared The hunnid pack got me tweakin', now I'm fuckin' up her sides Heard she got her Bonnie with her, better know I'm towin' clouds She don't even f*ck with niggas, so you know she down to rob She even ready for the beef, so you know she down to rob She don't even f*ck with niggas, so you know she down to rob Heard she got her Bonnie with her, better know I'm towin' clouds She don't even f*ck with niggas, so you know she down to rob She even ready for the beef, so you know she down to slide Nigga, broke around the hoes, boy, I know you feeling odd But come and spend a day with us, we can show you how to get some pay Fuckin' up the cities with these shows, goin' state to state If I catch that nigga lackin', better know he gon' need triple A You let that song broke, boy, like I don't know where the f*ck you stay You name that song broke boy like I don't know where the f*ck you stay?
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Written by: Trippy Trey Trippy Trey, GucciJay GucciJay
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