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li rye - 3am in hollywood كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(simo fre just k!lled it)
(dbackinyahead, motherf_ckers)

[chorus]
they say they loyal, but swing that back door, up that b_tch, the first one in it
time is money, b_tch, i’m on the clock, you ain’t worth my minutes
know some n_ggas that rap ’bout shootin’ sh_t, but never did no spinnin’
ran up a bag, no, i ain’t used to this, still in love with the feelin’
so depressed, it got me mixin’ cups
deep in my feelings, don’t wan’ talk it off
deep in my feelings, i ain’t wanna talk
deep in my feelings, i don’t wanna talk
they only call when they need somethin’
facetime jb, i know he outside tryna bleed somethin’
heart in the streets, it’s hard to leave ’cause that sh_t mean somethin’

[verse]
so many times i been deceived and still ain’t learn nothin’
’cause i’m still showin’ n_ggas love that never earned nothin’
you gotta change if you want sh_t to change, i know that sh_t sound strange, but it’s the truth
can’t keep playin’ these games, i only speak ’bout pain in the booth
every time i try to vent, you always flip the script, make it ’bout you
unprescription drugs, back seat, ridin’ somethin’ foreign
she don’t play that sh_t over here, that ho know i ain’t goin’
we the ones up, shoot sh_t off the hip, my whole team scorin’
b_tch, from cali back to mobile, we leave sh_t dead, them n_ggas know it
he was dissin’, so we tucked his head and cut off all the noise
goin’ through sh_t right now i can’t avoid, still nothin’ i can’t afford
stealin’ cars and go on hits, that’s me jumpin’ up out a ford
with a drac’ tryna rip off your face and send you to the lord
‘fore all this rap sh_t, used to slide when i got bored
got my pockets filled by the light, really havin’, ain’t gotta show it
still gon’ f_ck her knowin’ she yours
4 in the mornin’, get off percs, me and bhlacky talk about tourin’
hunnid k in three days, it won’t be long, say what i’m doin’
she let me nut on her face, she gon’ get covered like it’s sugar
poppin’ percs while i’m on the way ’cause i know it give me endurance
sh_ll catcher on a drac’, we ain’t leavin’ no evidence
some bodies in the back only thing i’m pursuin’
f_ck that b_tch, i don’t need her, you love me, i don’t need her
collect your soul like the reaper, still be outside with my people
why the world think i’m so evil? you don’t love me and i don’t need her
mornin’, ayy, pourin’ up act’ inside a two litter
know i’m a star, i don’t give a f_ck, still don’t like new people
never know they intentions
if you with me, you know you with me
trigger finger, b_tch, frrt, my sh_t be itchy, n_gga
they lil’ ass died from bein’ cheap, should’ve paid attention, n_gga
i put my shooters in louis v ’cause they handle business, n_gga
designer down, still in the trenches with ’em
if bro is not around, i spray the crowd, watch me get busy with ’em
everything i do expensive as of lately
don’t say you love me, know you hate me
all these fakes drivin’ me crazy
and i keep my pistol on me just for safety, never keep it on safety
hoppin’ out with pistols, paparazzi screamin’, “say cheese”
i seen that money that you flexin’ with, but that is fake cheese
bad b_tch, she get down on her knees, ain’t gotta say, “please”
caught ’em lackin’, i just turned and smiled like, “p_ssy, take these”
washin’ percs down with the lean, but k!llin’ sh_t’ll clean my mood the most
i been stayin’ humble ’cause mama told me it rode the boat
no favorite, but these n_ggas ’round me not the ones i love the most
ree and bhlacky leave him brainless like barber school tryna cook a ‘fro
left a hole in his head and find his soul, i don’t need a telescope
n_gga left me for dead, now my face the one they givin’ hope
send a drop, they spin instantly like a give_and_go
blockin’ out the envy from the ones who against me, can’t go out like no ho
[chorus]
they say they loyal, but swing that back door, up that b_tch, the first one in it
time is money, b_tch, i’m on the clock, you ain’t worth my minutes
know some n_ggas that rap ’bout shootin’ sh_t, but never did no spinnin’
ran up a bag, no, i ain’t used to this, still in love with the feelin’
so depressed, it got me mixin’ cups
deep in my feelings, don’t wan’ talk it off
deep in my feelings, i ain’t wanna talk
deep in my feelings, i don’t wanna talk
they only call when they need somethin’
facetime jb, i know he outside tryna bleed somethin’
heart in the streets, it’s hard to leave ’cause that sh_t mean somethin’

- li rye

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