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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 3AM lyrics


Feat : Trill Sammy & Cashmere Cat

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
Shawty live life lavish (live lavish)
She ain't f**in' with no average (she ain't f**in' 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 just like magic
On the go, gotta have it
f** your hoe like a savage
f** your hoe like a savage

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down at my 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 at my 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)

[Verse 2: Trill Sammy]
Now I gotta have it
f** the cash, turn to a savage
New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion
f**, 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
f** your hoe like a savage

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
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All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down at my 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 at my 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)

[Verse 3: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
What it is, tell me what do you feel
When I get in your face, ain't no talkin'
Five missed calls ring, no alarm
Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin'
Hop in the bed and f** til' the mornin'
Give you some head, you running and moaning
Whole lotta' money, you want it, I'm on it
Tribulations, murder right at the corner
I tend for to throw you 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 daughter, I stand up
Headed to where you be at
I'ma fall and jump in, and not yet
I approach and I get in your head
Bringing up sh** that somebody done said

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
Look down at my 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 at my 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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