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Lil Roger - 3AM In LA Lyrics



Lil Roger - 3AM In LA Lyrics
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Lil Roger ona track
He take niggas' heads off, he tryna see red rum
I just want the bread, all you niggas gettin' bread crumbs
Pull up with that, like I thought you niggas said some
ARPs and switches, puttin' niggas straight to bed, huh
We gone' when the Feds come, this shit get too serious
I never seen a thing, niggas talkin' like they curious
This bitch keep on callin' me, I blocked her off the media
I done gave you all of me and this how you gon' treat me
I done put my pain up in this shit, I know y'all gon' feel me
Put her friends onto my music, I know they gon' hear me screamin' long
Live my demons, my feelings change with the seasons
My opps get to tweakin', I might pull up for no reason
Dummy, I might crash out, I'm on Ocean Drive with bitches pullin' they ass out
We gon' set the trend, they gon' follow, we the wave now
I stop rockin' Gucci, Louis, that shit gettin' played out
Bitches gettin' slayed out, free my nigga sto
You know he finna be back down, I still keep the pole
When I'm ridin' around uptown, they just got the lo
If they pull up, it's a man down
Brr, brr, brr
Feel that heat, don't get fanned down
These niggas some damn clowns, never took a handout
They say that I stand out, I guess I'm the man now
My own niggas, hating on me, gotta watch my mans now
He mad bout a bitch, he mad cause I'm lit
I'm still takin' trips after trips after trips
It's too many hoes at the spot, I can't pick
Put my chain up on this bitch, now she on my dick
4800 shit, young niggas gettin' rich
30 on my hip, this a coolin kit
She think that she slick, I know she be doin' dicks
Worry bout my pockets, boy, you better pay your rent
Caught him at the store, shoot this bitch up till it click
I ain't finna quit, I need 50 on my wrist
20 on my neck, swimmin' like a fish
Heard you know who killed your brother, you still ain't do shit
Heard you know who, man, it's 50 in this clip
I'm in L.A. wasted, I can't sleep, it's three a.m
They watch all my stories like they finna come and spin
Took so many losses, it's my time to win
I'm still chasin' goals, I'll never chase a bitch
Talkin' bout these hoes like, all you f*ck is tens
Bleed like I bleed, ain't no blood on your hands
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie dead
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie dead
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie dead
Lil Roger ona track
Uptown muzik
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Lil Roger ona track
He take niggas' heads off, he tryna see red rum
I just want the bread, all you niggas gettin' bread crumbs
Pull up with that, like I thought you niggas said some
ARPs and switches, puttin' niggas straight to bed, huh
We gone' when the Feds come, this shit get too serious
I never seen a thing, niggas talkin' like they curious
This bitch keep on callin' me, I blocked her off the media
I done gave you all of me and this how you gon' treat me
I done put my pain up in this shit, I know y'all gon' feel me
Put her friends onto my music, I know they gon' hear me screamin' long
Live my demons, my feelings change with the seasons
My opps get to tweakin', I might pull up for no reason
Dummy, I might crash out, I'm on Ocean Drive with bitches pullin' they ass out
We gon' set the trend, they gon' follow, we the wave now
I stop rockin' Gucci, Louis, that shit gettin' played out
Bitches gettin' slayed out, free my nigga sto
You know he finna be back down, I still keep the pole
When I'm ridin' around uptown, they just got the lo
If they pull up, it's a man down
Brr, brr, brr
Feel that heat, don't get fanned down
These niggas some damn clowns, never took a handout
They say that I stand out, I guess I'm the man now
My own niggas, hating on me, gotta watch my mans now
He mad bout a bitch, he mad cause I'm lit
I'm still takin' trips after trips after trips
It's too many hoes at the spot, I can't pick
Put my chain up on this bitch, now she on my dick
4800 shit, young niggas gettin' rich
30 on my hip, this a coolin kit
She think that she slick, I know she be doin' dicks
Worry bout my pockets, boy, you better pay your rent
Caught him at the store, shoot this bitch up till it click
I ain't finna quit, I need 50 on my wrist
20 on my neck, swimmin' like a fish
Heard you know who killed your brother, you still ain't do shit
Heard you know who, man, it's 50 in this clip
I'm in L.A. wasted, I can't sleep, it's three a.m
They watch all my stories like they finna come and spin
Took so many losses, it's my time to win
I'm still chasin' goals, I'll never chase a bitch
Talkin' bout these hoes like, all you f*ck is tens
Bleed like I bleed, ain't no blood on your hands
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie dead
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie dead
I've been seein' red since I seen my homie dead
Lil Roger ona track
Uptown muzik
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Writer: Ronald Allen
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Performed By: Lil Roger
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Ronald Allen

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