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rob ace – 3:30 a.m. (2016) lyrics

[hook:]
n-gg- don’t be talking to the feds
i been off meds trynna stay out my head
always on the road, i ain’t sleeping on the bed
now we f-cking and she call me best friend
now we done and she acting all different
i don’t care about it she be trippin
and my squad coming up we the realist
d-mn they used to tell us we was misfits
right now, high as f-ck
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs

[verse 1:]
pop gl-ss is it henny or it’s chardonnay
smoke dissapearin’ keep em all far away
f-ck n-gg-s, they ain’t getting in my radius
dumb n-gg-s don’t understand what’s staying lit
3 a.m. with your girl in a new drop
let you see how i does when i come by
and she stay talkin’ bout how she love my
backwoods with my kush ’cause we dumb high
in the phantom trynna chase the f-cking paper n-gg-
if she wants to be a thot then why you saved her n-gg-?
we do not condone that behavior n-gg-
last night woke up like a lakers n-gg-
i was balling in a mansion, ima vanish
ima hit the f-cking islands, jet landin’
i ain’t ever have it but my n-gg- ima have it
real n-gg-s listen, so you understand the language

[verse 2:]
looking at the p-ssenger, bad b-tches only
if it’s not, it’s my homie rollin’ getting smokey
drove to the club, where the f-ck we gotta be
letting n-gg-s live man, yeah it took a lot from me
beef happens, n-gg-s at your momma’s house
that’s when you got to think of bringing lamma’s out
last night i was thinking of a comma route
yeah, i made it but the drama always follow now
thinking whether i should cop a new porsche
i want to be the flyest n-gg- from new york
told my momma “f-ck it, life lined up”
and i give her all my blessings if i die young
it was pain on top of pain, i forgot the tears
it be blinded with designer and a couple years
i was down but now i’m ’cause it’s all i ever wanted
f-ck these n-gg-s talkin’
it was pain on top of pain, i forgot the tears
it be blinded with designer and a couple years
i was down but now i’m ’cause it’s all i ever wanted
yeah, f-ck these n-gg-s talkin’

[hook/bridge:]
n-gg- don’t be talking to the feds
i been off meds trynna stay out my head
always on the road, i ain’t sleeping on the bed
now we f-cking and she call me best friend
now we done and she acting all different
i don’t care about it she be trippin
and my squad coming up we the realist
d-mn they used to tell us we was misfits
right now, high as f-ck
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs
right now, high as f-ck
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs
don’t give a f-ck, ya n-gg-s all dubs

[verse 3:]
blame it on the liquor ’cause ya n-gg-s all dubs
i’m just lookin’ at my rollie
b-tches on the weed d-mn ya b-tches all dubs
vision all smokey
smokin’ in the crib i’m just trynna live good
lookin’ at her back like would it hit good
wood hit good, now a n-gg- too faded
god d-mn, think i got too faded
welcome to my party ’til we get shut down
when it shut down, after party at the house
girl you look good, come smoke this ounce
neighbors talking ’bout ya smelling too loud…
yeah.. neighbors talking ’bout ya smelling too loud..

- rob ace lyrics

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