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lirik lagu 3200 tre - 11:45 in miami

[intro]
c’mon
it’s thirty (ooh, sav k!lled it)
c’mere

[verse]
hm, yeah, i got another phone, but you can’t have that number
hm, this b~tch p~ssy was weak, i’ma kinda mad i f~cked her
hm, i’m in the store takin’ too long, i’m bad at punchin’
hm, you took too long to up your glock, you bad at clutchin’
hm, this b~tch don’t never do sh~t, she bad at nothin’
hm, stop tellin’ me ’bout that time you was havin’ money
hm, i pull crack out of hats, i never had a bunny
hm, this b~tch gon’ give me everything ’cause her dad a dummy
hm, i don’t think the n~gga raised her right
hm, she don’t got her cpl, she the razor type
hm, i know her headshot mean ’cause her braids too tight
i gotta watch evеry quarter ’cause i’m betting on this gamе tonight
hm, i hate beefin’ wit’ n~ggas, they can’t wait to type
hm, your b~tch love seein’ my face, she can’t wait to like
hm, i’m ’bout to go to miami, i’m finna take a flight
as soon as i land, i’m tryna find the nearest sl~t, so i can make her night
hm, i’m in this b~tch wit’ hot ‘k and the biggest knife
hm, if you was sittin’ at my table, you wouldn’t get a slice
hm, i can’t f~ck a skinny b~tch, i need bigger thighs
if you can stuff 60 g’s, you can get inside
hm, stop mentioning my hood if you didn’t slide
hm, i didn’t even see your pictures, i didn’t slide it
hm, i just hit a married b~tch, i just kissed the bride
hm, i was gon’ come to the party, but my n~gga died
hm, you ain’t never talk sh~t on top of clouds
hm, my first flight scared me when i heard the sounds
hm, if you ain’t tryin’ to win, you can’t be around
hm, if you ain’t make a ten there, then that ain’t your town
hm, mama, you don’t need pajamas, bring a gown
hm, i like to see the nipples pokin’, it make me smile
hm, can you keep my mood up? i can’t be down
hm, you can have my son if you can flip a pound
hm, have you ever made a thousand sittin’ on the plan?
hm, every time you go somewhere, somebody know your name
hm, my lil’ n~gga ain’t got sense, he’ll smoke your brain
hm, how he take it? he walked up, he said, “i want your chain”
hm, n~gga, you a ho, i wouldn’t went for that
i talk sh~t everywhere, i ain’t gotta go to flint for that
hm, you can’t talk about a bag if you ain’t flippin’ that
hm, this ain’t no pocket full of cash, it’s a bl!ck in that
huh, i just asked homie, let me use the jock
c’mon, if i don’t get rich off the rap, then it’s the pot
c’mon, i did this by myself, it’s lonely at the top
huh, every time i feel lonely, i hit this pop
c’mon

- lirik lagu 3200 tre

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