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yo gotti – off da top (3am) lyrics

[intro]
it’s 3am west coast time n-gg-
we at fat burger
hood n-gg- rich sh-t gourmet burgers
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 1]
she p-ssy poppin, pocket watchin’, they call her a thot
bad credit, cash it out, fresh up off the lot
no back and forth, yippin’, yappin’, n-gg-s gettin’ shot
10 million, 20 acres, that’s the new spot
flooded out my crib and told my dealer you the illest
renegotiate my contract, told my label i ain’tt feel it
fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business
broke up with my b-tch ’cause she was too much in her feelings
i may f-ck her friend, f-ck it, i may f-ck her friend
between me and you, i always wanted to f-ck her friend
if i kill a hater, lord you gotta forgive my sins
that’s one f-ck n-gg- you ain’t gotta worry about again
i’m forever thuggin’, i ain’t never changed
in plain colors but forever bangin’
blowin’ money but i’m maintainin’
blowin’ money but i’m maintainin’
i got a gamblin’ problem but money can’t really solve it
tryna help all the real n-gg-s, hate to see a n-gg- starvin’
hate to see n-gg- robbin’ they own people, sh-t, that’s loyal
b-tch tryna give me the p-ssy for a birkin bag, i can’t afford you
i grew listenin’ to 2pac and that biggie, jay-z and that nas
no gimmick rappers, these n-gg-s had bars
back when record labels turnin’ real n-gg-s into stars
sendin’ n-gg-s to mars, nowadays the game done got hard
you get shot that make you hot
but where i’m from that make you start
before i be a p-ssy, i’d rather rapper had the b-lls
i throw me some guns, get myself a charge
never see me do that, i came too far to look back
i did too much to get help, 20 mil in one year
100 grand in one night, 50k on one flight
i’ve been trappin’ my whole life
ain’t no secret, i be thuggin’, ain’t no secret, i be hustlin’
pickin’ loyalty over money, money orders to my homies
groupie b-tches be all on me, leave your phones at the door
you won’t put me on no blog, once i f-ck, you gotta go

[hook]
3am ain’t nothin’ open but ihop
and a b-tch legs, and my trap spot
i said 3am, i’m trappin’ at the ihop
and i’m connected to the plug like a hotspot

[verse 2]
i’m a grower, we don’t do droughts
birds in the sky, we call them iclouds
you know the birds fly down south
i took your b-tch to eat at mr. chow’s
i met the plug at benihanahs
on hibachi grills, eatin’ rice and talkin’ numbers
i don’t do no middle men and i don’t trust no runners
i’ma pay on time and i won’t never take you under
i’m an og dope boy
i ain’t nothin’ like these youngins
i don’t take the dope i’m sellin’
i won’t ever do no tellin’
overnight my pack yeah, we call that fedex
i ship in the 18 wheeler and i ain’t talkin’ ups

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