Back to Top

3AM In LA Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Roger
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Ronald Allen




Lil Roger - 3AM In LA Lyrics
Official




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
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




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
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Ronald Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Lil Roger

Tags:
No tags yet