3AM 30 Past Midnight Lyrics

Three

A To the M

I might

Lift off

Bro ascending to

The smokers Height

Getting through this night had settle On a bitch who could do this right

Her mind boggled

Betty-Whiting

Never flew this nice

I paid that price

It's Kings Burna's dining hall

With steak and rice

We on one She ain't had a nigga that was on nothing

Top gunna

Rest In Peace

To pussies

Reaper gonna come

So

Who the hell you fronting on

Like Joey

I been known to bring the thunder Home

It's the land of the free and The terror dome Gang on killing a spree

So who you hating on

I been sliding back to back

Like I got fifty homes

And Every-time I touch down

City in a zone Walk in like I did a bid

Oh really home?

So if you clowned on sight what we

Really on

This That Thirty-thirty shit Like it's

Three AM Hitting with foreign flow Like I'm Maitre Gims

I like a slim thick bitch but we don't Fuck with skims

They wonder how the man jump

Way Above the rim

Burna Really Coming Giving all That I give

Giving all I give

This that thirty minutes in past Midnight

She was trying to do it big rocking Skin tights

We fucking like we at the club got The strobe lights

We could travel round globe if dome Right

I ain't in it for the games or for show Aight?

It don't really cost me shit like Teena Told Ike

And I ain't giving niggas gas of a Sound bite

Leave of them perplexing

I'm steady a lethal weapon

Its bopping, oh yeah I said

The way you nigga done read it off

I'm dumping shells like set it off

Uh

Leave you sedated

You shell shocked and chasing a body Thats gone vacant

The common man's abrasions can't Step inside my matrix

Yeah it's three am nigga