Testo 3 A.M. - King Von
Testo della canzone 3 A.M. (King Von), tratta dall'album Levon James
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Von
Now it's three in the morning (uh-huh)
I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' this lick
I know what y'all thinkin', I'm bogus
I'm supposed to be home with a bitch
Nah, see, I pay the rent, yeah, and I got a kid, damn
Plus, his pockets thick, the shit I'ma take, he won't even miss
Now this shit a risk 'cause I asked about him and he play with sticks
But it is what it is, if that nigga rich then I'm bustin' his shit
Yeah, see, he better not flinch, nah, 'cause my finger itch
But here come his whip, but he ain't alone, he came with a bitch
See I ain't changin' no plans, it is what it is, I am what I am (I am what I am)
And if his bitch got some sense
When I up this Blick, his hoe better get down
From the look this hoe Burberry'd down (Burberry'd down)
From the look this bitch bag say Chanel (her bag say Chanel)
From back here she a ten on the scale (ten on the scale)
I think I might just take her as well (gang, gang)
Let me stop being silly
They goin' in the building, I'm goin' in with 'em (I'm goin' in with 'em)
God please let him do what I say
If he don't, he gon' be comin' to get me (he gon' be comin' to get me)
See, I'm high and a little bit of tipsy
But I'm focused, I'm thirsty, it's in me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Caught him lackin', put the Glock to his kidney (what?)
He start shakin' and squirmin' and fidgetin'
Told the bitch, "Don't look my way
If she do, her whole face gon' be missin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she stay with her face to the wall
So I guess that she got the picture (I hope that she got the picture)
I want the money, it could be so simple
And your jewelry shit look official
If he play, gun blow like a whistle
Pat him down, look, what? I found his pistol
Looked to the right 'cause I heard a giggle
Turned around and this bitch my sister
"Ay, Kayla, why you dressed like a hooker?
And all the niggas that you fuck with be pussy?"
Damn, look, man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for ruining' y'all party
But I'm keepin' the money and jewelry
Just walk it off, you would thank me tomorrow
Man, these niggas be bitches, straight hoe, flat out, he sissy
Play with King Von, he trippin'
Found out where he stay next week, he missin'
A nigga diss me, he won't do it again
I rob a nigga and do it again
I come through your block and kill two of your friends
It's do or die, is you gon' ride? (Gang)
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
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Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
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