3 A.M UFO Woes
Yvng AJ
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I’m off that perky for real I’m off that perky for real I’m off that perky for real I’m off that perky for real I’m off that perky for real I’m off that perky for real I’m off that perky for real I’m off that perky for real I’m out here with gang We off drugs We havin hell of a thrill So much we could take Know that’s a fact We finna run to them mills Bitches takin pics In the mall But they not shoppin for real Niggas takin pics With them guns But they not poppin for real Niggas they some hoes Let the truth be told I shot my first gun At 16 years old I got green lil hoe Just like piccolo One phone call to bro He gon kick ya door Kush all in the condo and some condoms in my dresser Diamonds in my earrings and my jacket made of leather Flyin through the planets met a bad bitch named Ronetta She be sellin lean and got that white girl like Vanessa I never seen lil shorty again Finna fly outta space I be gone like the wind Tell yo homie calm down cause he tweakin again Put that glock on his noggin ain’t thinkin again Tap the trigger put a hole in yo shoulder Niggas snakin gotta keep a pistola Trap outta spaceship hoe this not a rover I threw a party the money came over Cross the moon I’m steppin I feel like Mel Gibson I got lethal weapons Don’t sell no green I don’t like that beverage Three things in here green weed cash and that lettuce Ima take a trip from Venus just to see Serena Gotta pull that bitch outside just like a pair of tweezers Shorty got them vocals on her like an opera singer And I feel like Astroh hoe cause I need that brand new beamer Yeah That brand new steamer Floatin through the sky ina UFO Put the GPS on don’t kno where to go How you wanna gangbang shorty but yo broke 2019 Told niggas go check the score When we move The lights is out We got tools Inside the house Go do a show On Jupiter Won’t sell my soul To Lucifer Kush all in the condo and some condoms in my dresser Diamonds in my earrings and my jacket made of leather Flyin through the planets met a bad bitch named Ronetta She be sellin lean and got that white girl like Vanessa I never seen lil shorty again Finna fly outta space I be gone like the wind Tell yo homie calm down cause he tweakin again Put that glock on his noggin ain’t thinkin again Tap the trigger put a hole in yo shoulder Niggas snakin gotta keep a pistola Trap outta spaceship hoe this not a rover I threw a party the money came over
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