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3am In The Trap
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Lil Soda Boi
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3am inside the trap, we smokin' on Gelato Playin' with a dirty strap, off three perks and Moscato Baby please don’t say my name tonight, my name is john doe Rollin up the grass, you know I really like to lawn mow On go, know we on go, go sicko, Mo Bamba Fronto, stuffed with marijuana in the condo Combo, mix and match it u can shop like Costco Roscoe, chicken flip the bird, chicken and waffles Callin' up the plug we on a mission to get rich I just spilled a dirty cup got codeine drippin' on my kicks A movie, we pull up and everybody takin' pics, now its lit I remember when my opps was on my d**k 3 am inside the trap, my wrist is like a iceberg With my slime, no cap like a viper This is not some hip-hop boy, this sh*t is not cypher I don’t want commitment, I don’t really wanna wife her I can not f**k with lames, due to your money stinks You trippy crazy man, you gon’ burn and spend my bands Drive down with my Glock, tryna make my block so proud Big bro got that perky and the molly with the bands And I don’t know where to get it back With my pistol, can I make it back? Cash out b*t*h, face down to the ground I’m seventeen so I get my money, keep it around Your money insane, all these bloody stains You might see me when I pull up so might think I flew Blow your head off, cause I don't know what to do When you told me it's on me, but this blood is not me
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