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letra de 3am in the raq - maf teeski

[intro: maf teeski]
(swaggyono, what up, bro?)
(this sh-t gon’ be crazy, jacc) i’m just showin’ these n-ggas i’m still in the field, uh
uh, yeah, b-tch, uh

[verse 1: maf teeski]
go and ask your homie, he gon’ tell you scoom gang with the drama
signed my deal for four-point-six, my bank account is filled with commas
i’ll come through the lane and dunk his ass just like i’m wembanyama
pulled up on his block and clapped his ass right out a civic honda
n-gga, this our straight, we program your car with all one key
you want me on your song, it’s seven thousand if you want a feat
nah, i don’t play with n-ggas or play with b-tches, they both could d-i-e
this micro drac’ too loud, i’ll make this b-tch sing just like jodeci
yeah, scoom gang, b-tch, we got a lot of shooters
i got ten hoes with they titties out just like they work for hooters
yеah, i got some bad lil’ nice sh-t and i got some that’s cougars
thеy say early birds always get the worm, so i’m up with the roosters
n-gga, the same thing bouncin’ out that fn, it’ll do you dirty
y’all ain’t got no defense, we gon’ pull up shootin’, stephen curry
yeah, your b-tch like me, she keep on tellin’ sl!ck just how she like it
his wound was big as h-ll, he needed an emergency room ’cause he can’t fight it
over here always packin’, 10 p.m., i landed at midway
i like dracs and glocks, melly, he waitin’ up on me in that straight
tryna pull over who? i ain’t gon’ stop, you know it’s time to skate
you know i’m up dog sh-t, i got young money like lil wayne and drake
uh, yeah, it’s 3 a.m. up in the ‘raq
last n-gga who was playin’ tough as h-ll, we turned him to a pack
i know she don’t like me, she only on my d-ck just ’cause i rap
how you got all these bodies and you still ain’t cracked the egg? that sh-t all bap
aim in your direction and get to swingin’ the drac’ from side to side
we play hide-and-seek, go one, two, three, i bet the opps go hide
wanna go on a drill? if you ain’t gon’ blow, you gotta know how to drive
every single hour of the day, i’m in the stu’, it’s like my nine-to-five
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
the opps outside, so after we finish this song, me and sl!ck finna go out and slide
caught him in traffic, we ain’t even do no talkin’, you know we just beat up his ride
we boxed him in, he ain’t have nowhere to go, we made n-ggas duck and dive
we hit his ass so many times, he just not dyin’, i don’t know how he still alive
just stay in your lane, tryna go hang with the opps, that’s how you gon’ end up dyin’
a n-gga say he k!lled a n-gga, but i had k!lled him, that’s how i knew he was lyin’
the opps know i wear glasses, so i’m playin’ it off, i’m walkin’ up like i’m blind
i don’t wanna slide on the o, that sh-t get borin’, i did that sh-t too many times
what design you want? put this glock to his head, i’m finna give him a line
and i’m only gon’ deal on a chase, lil’ b-tch, i’m great, what the f-ck i’ma do with a chime?
we k!lled that n-gga on camera, play that sh-t back, we watchin’ that b-tch like a vine
tryna slide on lil von, you dumb as f-ck, you might as well step on a mine
can’t even be by 12, i get too nervous, i committed too many crimes
i’m so turnt up, i’m seein’ the money that’s comin’, sometimes i don’t wanna sign
we slidin’ with dracs, .10s and nicks and sh-t, we won’t even look at a .9
don’t call my phone, when i was just broke as f-ck, you n-ggas was pressin’ decline

[outro: vonoff1700]
f-ck, free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga

- maf teeski

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