Houston 3 AM Freestyle
Title | Houston 3 AM Freestyle |
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Artist | BeatKing |
Album | Houston 3 AM |
Release Date | 2015-06-02 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Hold up You gotta bump this shit at 3 a.m Riding down 1960 Bitch [Hook] I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh) I'm—I'ma come down, show 'em what's around (Hold up) I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh) Side—Sideways (Yuh, yuh), like them boys in the days [Verse] I done came down and I'm gon' show ma what's around Club God, ain't gon' fuck a bitch unless she fine Gotta be a dime, maybe yet a quarter I done pimped on a white bitch, and she a snorter Studewood, Texas, nigga, that's that Eight Riding with that cake for that motherfucking hate What's up, southside? Boys dripping sauce Paint dripping gloss, lane switching when I floss Tipping down and braking, strapped up—what you thinking? With two yellow bitches sucking dick, and I’ma tape 'em Better yet record 'em, gots to be more smarter I don't swing down Allen, 'cause I got warrants Bitch, them lines be hot, turn your main into a thot Make that pussy pop, she give me top and give me guap Still bumping that Michael Watts, what's up, Ron C? R.I.P. to Screw, chunk the deuce to Don Ki What's up E.S.G.? That's my fucking nigga Every bitch I went to high school with, now, she stripping Wow, she fucking bad, built, tryna be friendly 'Cause i’m in a Bentley, bitch, you ugly, you offend me I came down— like a motherfucking chimney Fucked your bitch mouth, bust a nut on her kidney I’m simply Club Godzilla, ain't no nigga triller I'll kill a nigga for that motherfucking scrilla Tipping on them fours, Jordans on my toes So important to these hoes, bunnies snorting on that blow Ninth grade, I was freestyling in the classroom Now, I'm getting head at Club Legends in the bathroom, ugh "GOD" on them plates, out the sky, I be draped No love for niggas that's bootlegging tapes What's up, Lil Mario? I’m tipping through the bricks Pistol on my dick, fifths with the bumper kit What's up, J-Dawg? What's up, Boss Hogg? I done popped my trunk at that Willowbrook Mall White people was startled, all my diamonds sparkle I done fucked that bitch off Snapchat named Sparkle She was fucking thick, Club God, I'm fucking rich Trick, don't get up in my whip if you ain't sucking dick Tipping past that limelight, finna hit V-Live Blue line when I ride, bad bitch on my side BeatKing Kong, I ain't slim, but I'm a boss Ain't shit change, I still bump Swishahouse, hol' up You might also like[Hook] I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh) I'ma—I'ma come down, show 'em what's around (Hold up) I'ma come down (Yuh), show 'em what's around (Yuh) Side—Side—Sideways (Yuh, yuh), like them boys in the days [Outro] Yuh 3 a.m., bitch Real Northside shit, though What up, Southside? Hold up Raised off Swishahouse, nigga Raised off Michael Watts, nigga Still bump Swisha—nigga, fuck that shit, nigga, I rep Swishahouse, nigga Hold up Yeah |