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pm capo - 3am in the d كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)

[verse 1: pm capo]
p.o. textin’ my line
sayin’, “it’s 4:29, you ain’t check in on time”
i said, “it’s only 4:29, stop botherin’ me, man”
i told his ass stop cryin’, i was gone off a pint
then checked my other jack, this b_tch, she was blowin’ me up
she say, “you said come over, capo, stop showin’ me up”
i said, “if you ain’t talkin’ nachos, you holdin’ me up”
at the strip, be feelin’ like el chapo, we throwin’ up dubs
if a n_gga say he want a problem, we throwin’ up snubs
my b_tch wanna be toxic and throwin’ up subs
her ex be talkin’ hot, so i show him i be blowin’ for fun
opps be in the party prayin’ hard like, “i hope he don’t come”
i was in the party prayin’ hard like, “i hope he don’t run”
stay still, i’m tryna head tap ’em
sh_t real, i can’t get in your car if you don’t park backwards
b_tch, chill, get out my inbox, i’m not gon’ heart that one, b_tch
you give me treesh vibes
n_ggas hit me for an eight, but i shorted him three lines
n_ggas hit me for a six_trey, i cut it like three times
n_gga kept callin’ me caypo, i booked him like three times
ayy, i’m on a different level
i ain’t just jumped off the porch, on god, i been a rebel
i ain’t no sucker, you’ll get torched tryna get disrespectful
brodie just— off the porch, last week, he had a red one
[verse 2: louie ray]
brodie just jumped off the porch, he tryna— okay
brodie just jumped off— ah, ah
brodie just jumped off the porch, but he brought a shovel
i said, “how many n_ggas tryna k!ll me?” he said, “several”
d_mn, okay
if i can’t, fn’ll catch ’em
okay, the streets really didn’t, but this rap cheese done blessed you
cool on a b_tch, i ain’t found one i can invest in
naw, i ain’t by myself, go and count us as you step in
it’s a million strands of weed, i still probably blow the best ten
i’m in detroit right now, but on the west end
and i could pull to yachty crib, ain’t gotta check in
if you think you gettin’ money, go and flex then
done came and got love, bro think they lookin’ at me next then
i love jewelry, tryna see how fast the check spend
and you can tell these travis scott nikes ’cause the checks big
the way these hoes chase a n_gga down, they think my head big
but it’s not, only my pockets and my bed big
i was touchin’ heroin so much, it had my hands big
i was sellin’ dope, never thinkin’ i could scam big
i don’t think i made me this sh_t, feel like my fans did
and i ain’t even gotta say sh_t, i bet my fans is
how a n_gga that’s gettin’ help helpin’ you? you like a grandkid
you know that i’ll blow some sh_t away because the fan’s big
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i knew he was tryna run off ’cause his pants big
i knew the b_tch had some good p_ssy, she got ten kids
i just poured a whole six of red in a big red
if you really from the hood, how crack smell?
real lean sipper, n_gga, i can get act’ still
i know the beef twelve years old, he gettin’ whacked still
finna f_ck a b_tch for four hours off that black pill
i was gettin’ money back then, that’s a fact still
n_gga ran up on the gang, got his cap peeled
yeah, i got a gun, but i can scr_p still
yeah, i’m plugged on the cough syrup, i get act’ still
last week, i hit chicago, i’m in the ‘raq still
black on black coupe, call me batman
all he sell is three_fives, he the pack man
my uncle only fifty_five, he a crackhead
don’t get your lip bust, head smacked in
six cups of kool_aid, i’m a black man
n_gga, i’ma keep spinnin’ ’til the mac spin
the street sh_t crazy, i looked up to a crackhead

[outro: rio da yung og]
ghetto boyz sh_t, n_gga, you know what the f_ck goin’ on
my motivation sold dope in the hood, he ain’t play ball
i’m just waitin’ on some drank to call
yeah, n_ggas know what the f_ck goin’ on

- pm capo

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