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3am in Cartagena
by Breeze Davinci
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Buckroll beats play no more
I been so damn busy gotta call back
Audible a forth and inches Brady fall back
Shotgun we in the trenches like a car crash never knowing when they coming keep yo car gassed. Big city small city bring the exodus non believers never loved us they just pessimist
I delegate how we slide da beef is delicate overkill dem kinda bullets down an elephant
Elevate my mind state no heaven gate we God sent
Dior on my body take a whiff cuz dis is God scent
Treated like a slave minimum wage ain’t had a job since
I knew she wanna fuck I pop a perky feel like Clark kent
Full Nelson got her face all in her armpit Fuck her like she slutty but I love her where my heart went
Hangin out da window doin da dash dis feel awesome
I be thinking dirty mami so approach w caution First take
I go Steven A bitch I’m talkin
First play made a touchdown Calvin Johnson
My NY chick gotta lotta lip n keep em glossy I drive da whip she top me spit it out n den engulf me.
How dese niggas know bout life ain’t left Yo moms yet. How you plan to blow n you ain’t lay yo bomb yet? Body rappers in my lane u like my armrest
Met a world of peace I’m Ron artest heart stressed temple running vibes I feel like John quest n hadji singing like I’m Jon b they don’t know my body. Inna Honda riding dirty boy the load is worth a ferrari let yo soul glow we turn up full go n she on da molly . Yea yea
Hook
Wrist ..watch I like diamonds on my wrist ..rocks
U get polished in dem trenches .. shots put a whole lotta money on Dey head ops.. grave digga dig until we hit da bedrock big drippy cop designer like it’s dead stock ..Montana Tony blowin if I’m going out and my bitch match my drip when showin out. Yea Dey run a 4 and out
Buckroll beats play no more
I been so damn busy gotta call back
Audible a forth and inches Brady fall back
Shotgun we in the trenches like a car crash never knowing when they coming keep yo car gassed. Big city small city bring the exodus non believers never loved us they just pessimist
I delegate how we slide da beef is delicate overkill dem kinda bullets down an elephant
Elevate my mind state no heaven gate we God sent
Dior on my body take a whiff cuz dis is God scent
Treated like a slave minimum wage ain’t had a job since
I knew she wanna fuck I pop a perky feel like Clark kent
Full Nelson got her face all in her armpit Fuck her like she slutty but I love her where my heart went
Hangin out da window doin da dash dis feel awesome
I be thinking dirty mami so approach w caution First take
I go Steven A bitch I’m talkin
First play made a touchdown Calvin Johnson
My NY chick gotta lotta lip n keep em glossy I drive da whip she top me spit it out n den engulf me.
How dese niggas know bout life ain’t left Yo moms yet. How you plan to blow n you ain’t lay yo bomb yet? Body rappers in my lane u like my armrest
Met a world of peace I’m Ron artest heart stressed temple running vibes I feel like John quest n hadji singing like I’m Jon b they don’t know my body. Inna Honda riding dirty boy the load is worth a ferrari let yo soul glow we turn up full go n she on da molly . Yea yea
Hook
Wrist ..watch I like diamonds on my wrist ..rocks
U get polished in dem trenches .. shots put a whole lotta money on Dey head ops.. grave digga dig until we hit da bedrock big drippy cop designer like it’s dead stock ..Montana Tony blowin if I’m going out and my bitch match my drip when showin out. Yea Dey run a 4 and out
