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letra de 3am - breezylyn

[intro]
(bankroll got it)
h-llo?

[verse]
let me tell you ’bout this b-tch-ass n-gga
lil’ rat eatin’ cheese, lil’ snitch-ass n-gga (what?)
we left the spot, then i went back with him
got a call, i’m just thinkin’ i could kick back with him, right?
whole time, this n-gga was on the run
you know what’s crazy? he asked me to hold his gun
(and you know better, i told you he ain’t the one)
girl, anyway, let me get back to the point
3 a.m., highway, speedin’ (he was drunk)
runnin’ reds like he don’t see ’em (what the f-ck?)
homies callin’, tryna meet him (yo, what happened?)
this n-gga turned into a f-ckin’ speed demon
so i’m already tight (right)
fiendin’ to see these n-ggas, could’ve called it a night (exactly)
he doin’ the dash, ain’t even see 12 on the right
i told this n-gga don’t stop, keep goin’ (b-tch)
high speed, one glock, he blowin’
i ain’t goin’ like that and he knowin’
n-gga knockin’ down cones like he bowlin’
swervin’, turnin’, hit the curve, mack (how the f-ck you hit a curve?)
told this n-gga move the car back
high blown, man, this sh-t wack (yeah, i bet)
in my head, i’m like, “this n-gga gettin’ packed”
all of the coppers and helicopters surroundin’ the v (what?)
wanna make a run for it, don’t wanna leave him for d
but then i think like, “look at what this n-gga doin’ to me” (girl, f-ck that)
f-ck that, open the door (b-tch, get on the floor)
girl, i dropped down so fast like i’m gettin’ my eagle on
i looked to my left and this n-gga already gone
what the f-ck? now i’m stuck, this n-gga done set me up
’cause the gun is in my purse, it’s a wrap, they search the truck (yo)
runnin’ out of luck, puttin’ me in cuffs
puttin’ me in back of the car, this sh-t gettin’ tough
they searchin’ the v, i see ’em lookin’ through my stuff
now we drivin’ to the precinct, n-ggas drivin’ in a rush (oh my god)
they walked me in that b-tch, i see this n-gga weepin’, pleadin’
pointin’ at a b-tch, tellin’ them n-ggas i’m the reason (b-tch, don’t)
should’ve seen my face, godd-mn, couldn’t believe ’em
this gon’ be a long night
i get to thinkin’ to myself, “it’s gon’ be alright”
and the bookings looking good as f-ck, all white
they want me to talk, i don’t know sh-t
but this n-gga makin’ statements on some ho sh-t (what?)
he the reason we done got into this whole sh-t
why the f-ck you on the run, speed racin’?
got a bad b-tch, high-speed chasin’ (word)
then lyin’ on me (what?), sh-t disgraceful
you goin’ to jail, i gotta fight this case

- breezylyn

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