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Its 3 am and my girl keep calling She at the crib feeling sexy and naughty I'm in the field with my team and we Ballin She pray I make it back home in the morning Its 3 am and my girl keep calling She at the crib feeling sexy and naughty We pour some liquor out then We pour another round I'm from a place were them killers pack hundred rounds I'm on the block with the fellas and it's going down Type of vibe you don't want to bring your girl around Break it up Bag it up then count it up Anything for the dollar go and double up Pockets heavy like Biggie like Pun Get that money son you only live once Its Been twenty years in the game and we made it So I'm getting lit drunk and I'm faded She want me home she want to see me changing I'm OT baby girl no vacations Its 3 am and my girl keep calling She at the crib feeling sexy and naughty I'm in the field with my team and we Ballin She pray I make it back home In the morning Its 3 am and my girl keep calling She at the crib feeling sexy and Naughty My lady at home fixing a plate Little does she know that I'm Coming home late I'm watching her missed calls Accumulate Its 3 am just try to relate As long I keep getting this Money it's ok The love is real but the devil Going to hate This temptations and lust gets Harder to escape one false Move You can lose it all in a day Yea I got a queen on the throne Yea These ladies trying to take me Home It can be a video or Kodak Cuz they want to catch me on a Snapchat Its 3 am and my girl keep calling She at the crib feeling sexy and naughty I'm in the field with my team and we Ballin She pray I make it back home in the morning Its 3 am and my girl keep calling
Writer(s): Adelbert Clerge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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