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lirik lagu wrekless – three thirty-nine

[intro: jet 2]
three thirty-nine a.m
just finished working on the last track of a daredevil’s dream
so it’s a celebration

[verse 1: beegee]
bossy, no guidance but never will he sell his soul
not having it is evil so the money is the main goal
remain strong in these streets, mean muggin’ grittin’ t–th
tempation is after you, so compatible within these sheets
money, cars, clothes, hoes, d-mn i want a lot of those
don’t you f-cking judge me, n-gga who’s not really shallow though
i don’t give a f-ck, this is me; i accept that
confidence is key that’s why you bang all my worse raps
pull at lucy’s late at night
higher than a nasa flight
get an enchilada plate to prep me for the wake and bake
tighter than some leggings dude
beegee is never begging you
i’m pegging you lyrically
english language symphony
take my girl to tiffany
she comprehends it shopping spree
lv, jimmy choo, fendi is undoubtedly
in the bag, my pants sag, she love a n-gga’s mannerisms
og like me never on no vandalism, b-tch

[verse 2: jet 2]
lookin’ like a…
lookin’ like a million dollars or something just by the way i sit
put me in the room, i’ll probably hit just to say i did
wake up searching for it justifying the way i live
it’s heaven sent… kickin’ rhymes for a dime that’s no where a ten of ten
all black everything, leading will like the men in them
chasing after cake like rihanna after the s&m
as soon as they steppin’ out, i’m steppin’ in
if i ever had two exes, they just took an l cause i’m one of the freshest men
crew is like an army of messengers, got the game on lock
like a figure four, we’re no wrestlers, this ain’t wrestling
this is more like vaseline on the -ss of three models
real toasty, going down on the third floor of the bellagio
word to beegee, n-gga wrekless ent, n-gga
shaq and kenny charles announcing it, tnt n-gga
shout out paparazzi eating pocky’s on a beach
oh, you caught me want a piece?
what you tmz n-gga?

[verse 3: rico]
d-mn, i swear my crew the hardest
been working to get acknowledged
so if you n-ggas ain’t targets, then
listen to the words that we been said
been spittin’ rhymes since licorice and a big red
gettin’ a big head, let me slow down for big head
she a super bad b-tch, but she’ll be coming for big bread
yeah, god d-mn this sh-t is superficial
but i swear if she on her menstrual, i’mma grab my pistol bruh
shoot a b-tch with a punchline, her p-ssy next
you just lunch while we’ve been waiting for crunch time
and yeah, this a bad time and boy, yup droppin’ bombs
n-gga ain’t ready, just call my -ss osama
yo’ momma know what’s up, cause drama
so call yo’ momma right now, she gon’ slobber
on the kn-bber
if a n-gga ready, i just tell a yellow-bone
just hop up on the corn-a-cobber
hit her real quick and yeah the b-tch way thicker
than the last one, smoke her like the last blunt
spit it like a pastor
n-gga, do you feel him?
i’m a real n-gga, get it boy i’m a villain
or hero, everybody know what’s up, the real one
jet said all black, do you f-cking feel him

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