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3 Hours No Break Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah
Uncensored entertainment
Uncensored shit
Yeah
Beats by on a lock
I got it tucked
All in my outfit though
The cash all green
Left the blues at home
She gonna love me
Baby just come love me
Yeah she on top
Put no one above me
Counting all this money
Then my fingers get tired
Tryna make myself great
Put America to the side
Tryna flip the whole play
You know the law we don't abide
Shit I tried
Yeah
I ain't drank
Eyes still red
In here fried
Um hmm
Match something
We been chilling on and off
Look who back stunting
They want the album or a tape
I got the tracks jumping
Three hours no break
Another track coming
Three hours no break
Doing what I say
Gotta say what I mean
All my niggas still ten
Newer strap
Ain't get the beam
Cause it won't fit in my jeans
I been wilding since a teen
Been winning get the rings
No house arrest tings
I got it tucked
All in my outfit though
The cash all green
Left all the blues at home
She gonna love me
Baby just come love me
Yeah she on top
Put no one above me
Counting all this money
Then my fingers get tired
Tryna make myself great
Put America to the side
Can't think inside the box
So we thinking outside
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them hoes
I'm just thinking out loud
Uh huh
Yeah
Match something
Like a pair of used tires
I'm tryna flat something
Been a while
Thought I retired
Look who back stunting
He like buy the whole thing
He ain't sayn nothing
Niggas must forgot my name
Cause I ain't hearing nothing
Nigga thought that shit was sliding
He ain't doing nothing
Get this tec he act foul
I ain't no ref or nothing
Get them bands in a pile
Watch em hump each other
Three hours no break
Bout to drop another
I got it tucked
All in my outfit though
The cash all green
Left all the blues at home
She gonna love me
Baby just come love me
Yeah she on top
Put no one above me
Counting all this money
Then my fingers get tired
Tryna make myself great
Put America to the side
Can't think inside the box
So we thinking outside
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them hoes
I'm just thinking out loud
Uh huh
Beats by on a lock