#3AM - f** lyrics

Get it on me,man Let's break em' up f**,f**,f**,f** This is how I roll Throw some shots,Here I go I know this rapper be tryna' rap to impress his crush Y'll lovin' him But I know that girl,she's a who*e f**,I just lost control Respect your momma,Bro Numb,Lyin' on this couch Motherf**en' Glock tapped to my mouch Shoot these fake a** rappers tryna' rap about their love Motherf**er,This is real as it get's You ain't a rapper if you ain't talking like me,bro I think You was raised by a ho Cuz I don't see manliness in you fo' sure f** what you done for me f** what you will do for me I'm the realest and I don't give a f** about you Agreed,Homie? Trapped in this world of nonsense You think that guy a playboy who's fake and be instagrammin' himself with number 1 s*uts Damn,You're f**ed up Let me tell you 10 years from now,He gon' be a mof**in' doctor Earnin' less than a f**ing 20 dollars Do you not want your man to be a rapper than? Ha,Brighten' up your future,God damn If your daddy a ho punch him in the face Cuz even if your dreams are bigger than reality And then you fo' sure gotta chase em' Cuz I don't wanna see you b**hin' about yourself somewhere in the 36th season Damn,You live for nothing find a mof**in reason f**,f**,f** I come to this club f** every b**h in my very own VIP hub I ain't about East or West side,b**h Straight out the 3rd world Pak forever,boy we made it Cuz we finally rich From Been Trill to Givenchy I got every sh**