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letra de 3am - al.divino

[intro]
yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (it’s that sh-t, boy)
yeah, time’s now, man
let’s go (yurr)
ayo, yo, yo

[verse 1]
gotta get this guap, ain’t no time to wait
3am we up and at it, workin’ wide awake
escape, haiti’s unscaved, haze, how my mind escape
eyes glazed behind designer shades
tidal wave, don’t 5 ph (wave)
flippin’ ‘fetti ’til my final days (yeah)
feel like a villain in a villa while the vinyl plays (aha)
visions vibrant, times change but the code doesn’t
bro, i’m hurtin’, let me hold somethin’, stove runnin’ (cookin’)
just like a dali paintin’
the audi [?] bakin’
from grams shavin’ to somewhere out in j-pan shaded (coolin’)
versace frames with the gold medusa
sticks get shoot, show it, approve it, ain’t concern with them hoeish rumors
roll with shooters who make bold manoeuvres
moxie models of the molly [?]
body pop you for proxy (brrt)
politickin’ with papis, so what’s the price on that perico?
incognito, distributin’ on the d low (movin’)
[chorus]
we just tryna get this dough, bankroll on swole
those that run it gonna know, like
yo-yo-yo, yo
we just tryna get this dough, bankroll on swole
those that run it gonna know, like

[verse 2]
ayo
we just tryna see these c-notes (money)
do it for the love, but can’t get nothin’ for free though
though we live a legal doses lethal
feel like ghost with the gold eagle (woo)
the god get chose, the reason i got a swole ego (haha)
the strobe see-through, in this life there’s no redose
don’t let hoes bleed you for your dough, most deceitful (gimme that)
coast smoke diesel, after me there’s no sequel (aha)
kiko with the toast in it, these bullet leave your dome dented (blow, blow, blow)
no forensic, fingerprints from feds to trace, pack ajax, leave you layin’ flat
maybach painted black (skrrt)
keys open doors but timbs kick ’em down, no (ooh, blow)
outta town makin’ my rounds, gettin’ dough on the download (aha)
give a f-ck about a download
i’m seekin’ the people daily, walk infront of these brown stones, i welcome friends
left ’em with a dial tone, smile from when i was a child, gone, where did the time go?
sh-t i don’t know
[chorus]
we just tryna get this dough, bankroll on swole
those that run it gonna know, like
yo-yo-yo, yo
we just tryna get this dough, bankroll on swole
those that run it gonna know, like

- al divino

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