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3am in Bmore feat. YG Teck
Lil Poppa
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It's Sesame, bitch
Birdo, how you got that?
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It was 3 a.m. (Probably 3 a.m. in the morning)
Nigga, it was 3 a.m. in B'More
Hotel lobby full of bitches, who is these whores?
Shakin' ass, yellin', "Free Kspazz, baby, keep goin'"
Got all my ice around my neck, leave my gun, I'm with TECs
You know the money bring power, but I'm gon' die 'bout my respะตct
I might pop out with them racks, where my nigga Roddy at?
Diamonds say he tryna visit Jax, by mะต, they bring a body bag
She say, "When you leavin'?" Told her, "Tomorrow evening"
Know shawty wanna fuck, but if she do, she ain't gon' see me again
Some of the baddest bitches in the
World born in B'More, I ain't playin'
Youngin same size as Kenard with his pistol in his hand
Slaughter nigga, but they love me like Lamar (On the mob)
Pull up to the valet, you better not park
Any day can be a bad day, where my lil' ones start?
They say, "Why you call him Weebay?"
'Cause he gon' kill and take a charge
Who the fuck Poppa thinkin' he is?
Who that nigga Poppa thinkin' he is?)
And why the hell they let him move around with no security guard?
When I get in town, baby, we here
She want me to dick her down
Then take her to the Eastside of Jackson, meet Q3 and them
It was 3 a.m. (Probably 3 a.m. in the morning)
Nigga, it was 3 a.m. in B'More
Hotel lobby full of bitches, who is these whores?
Shakin' ass, yellin', "Free Kspazz, baby, keep goin'"
Got all my ice around my neck, leave my gun, I'm with TECs
You know the money bring power, but I'm gon' die 'bout my respect
I might pop out with them racks, where my nigga Roddy at?
Diamonds say he tryna visit Jax, by me, they bring a body bag
Just left the club, it's still early, I ain't callin' it quits
I got like eight bitches with me, and I'm stallin' my bitches
I'm Mr. Tell-A-Bitch-Whatever, don't put your heart in this shit
I'll cross your bitch, don't give her
Nothin', I just be talkin' my shit
Ask Poppa where you at, I'm pullin' up right now
Me and Racks leavin' load in the truck right now, uh
Pull up in the side, better stop it and double park it
They know to leave my shit in the front, it's like my office
She ain't fuck me like I thought she would, I got the best friend
Four Seasons at the top floor, puttin' bets in
We hit three in the night, the life I'm livin' wall to wall
First flight in the morning, I'm goin' to Jacksonville tomorrow
You heard me? It's young Poppa, you on me
It was 3 a.m. (Probably 3 a.m. in the morning)
Nigga, it was 3 a.m. in B'More
Hotel lobby full of bitches, who is these whores?
Shakin' ass, yellin', "Free Kspazz, baby, keep goin'"
Got all my ice around my neck, leave my gun, I'm with TECs
You know the money bring power, but I'm gon' die 'bout my respect
I might pop out with them racks, where my nigga Roddy at?
Diamonds say he tryna visit Jax, by me, they bring a body bag
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