3AM (Explicit)
Trill Sammy, Youngboy Never Broke Again, Cashmere Cat"3AM (Explicit)" is a song by Trill Sammy, Youngboy Never Broke Again, Cashmere Cat, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:48 long and contains 67 lines and 490 words.
Lyrics
0:13Shawty live life lavish (live lavish)
0:15She ain't fuckin' with no average
0:17(she ain't fuckin' with no no)
0:18I'm in love with the top,
0:18I done ran through the guap
0:19When I walk in, bake it (bake it)
0:21Top disappear like magic
0:22On the go, gotta have it
0:24Fuck your hoe like a savage
0:26Fuck your hoe like a savage
0:28All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
0:30That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
0:32Look down on at phone, it's 3am,
0:35And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
0:39I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
0:43That make me fall through-ooh
0:47Look down on at phone, it's 3am,
0:50And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
0:55I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
0:58That make me- (brr)
0:59Now I gotta have it
1:00Fuck the cash, turn to a savage
1:02New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion
1:04Fuck, I might take the bands straight to the casket
1:06Pull up and send me the addy
1:07Throw up this cash, watch it fall to the floor
1:09Sit down in the 8 try the candy
1:11Pour up a cup, rest in peace to Big Moe
1:13Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody
1:15No-no-no I'm average
1:18Fuck your hoe like a savage
1:20All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
1:22That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
1:24Look down on at phone, it's 3am,
1:26And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
1:31I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
1:35That make me fall through-ooh
1:38Look down on at phone, it's 3am,
1:41And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
1:46I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
1:49That make me- (brr)
1:50What it is, tell me what do you feel
1:52When I get in your face, ain't no talkin'
1:53Five missed calls ring no long
1:55Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin'
1:57Hop in the bed and f**k til' the mornin'
1:59Give you some head, you run it this mornin'
2:00Whole lotta' money, you want it, I'm on it
2:02Tribulations, murder right at the corner
2:04I tend for to throw so much that you can't handle
2:07Or count at the bottom at random
2:08Police gave me a case you might handle
2:10I'ma look like a daugher, I stand up
2:12Hateres too, where you be at?
2:14I'ma fall and jump in, and not yet
2:16I approach and I get in your head
2:18Bringing up s**t that somebody done said
2:19All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
2:21That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
2:23Look down on at phone, it's 3am,
2:26And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
2:30I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
2:34That make me fall through-ooh
2:38Look down on at phone, it's 3am,
2:40And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
2:45I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
2:48That make me- (brr)
Shawty live life lavish (live lavish) She ain't fuckin' with no average (she ain't fuckin' 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 Fuck your hoe like a savage Fuck 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 Fuck the cash, turn to a savage New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion Fuck, 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 Fuck 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 f**k 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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