paroles de chanson 4 AM - Travis Scott , 2 Chainz
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah,
yeah
Damn
right,
bro
4 AM,
I′m
just
gettin'
started
For
my
birthday
I
threw
me
a
surprise
party
Reminiscin′
'bout
the
trap,
playin'
the
first
Carter
My
life
changed
when
I
had
my
first
daughter
Got
my
first
quarter
flippin′
fifty-dollar
slabs
My
nigga
lookin′
at
the
bills,
askin'
you
for
half
Cut
from
a
different
cloth,
take
pride
in
results
Anytime
she
wanna
dip
I′m
providin'
the
sauce
You
on
side
of
the
boss,
so
you
kind
of
the
boss
You
keep
playin′
with
me,
I
end
up
signing
your
boss
Drop
an
EP
on
a
nigga
for
the
free-free
on
a
nigga
Yeah
you
ZZ
on
a
nigga,
king
like
BB
on
you
niggas
Ride
with
Champagne
P
If
it
wasn't
for
the
struggle
then
I
wouldn′t
be
me
Call
me
Deuce
or
Dos,
anything
but
broke
Got
my
aim
from
the
scope,
got
the
game
by
the
throat,
damn!
Okay,
you
popped
up
on
me
by
surprise
(yeah,
yeah)
You
see
I
never
took
you
for
the
poppin'
type
(straight
up)
Damn,
it's
4 AM
so
please
believe
the
hype
(its
lit)
Hit
the
lights
(yeah),
I′m
way
over
top
Pop
it,
flick
it
Drop
a
pin,
send
a
location
(skrrt,
skrrt)
I′ma
pull
up
in
that
bullet-coupe
spaceship
(skrrt,
skrrt)
Drop
off
a
bag
of
some
dangerous
(yeah)
I'ma
hit
you,
4 AM,
see
if
you
make
it
(yeah)
I
dropped
ColleGrove
out
the
sky,
ooh
In
a
group
with
the
best
rapper
that′s
alive,
ooh
Never
turn
my
back
on
my
slimes,
ooh
I
ain't
wanna
fuck
the
bitch
but
she
was
fine,
ooh
Hold
up
baby,
let
me
take
my
time,
ooh
Hard
to
get
some
head
and
try
to
drive,
ooh
Jumpin′
out
the
cake
and
that's
surprisin′,
ooh
Pickin'
up
the
duffel
bag
like
exercisin',
ooh
Bought
mama
new
house
′cause
she
deserve
it,
ooh
Practice
makes
perfect
but
nobody′s
perfect,
ooh
Escobar
is
not
open
for
service,
ooh
Send
you
to
doctor
Miami
for
your
surgery,
ooh
Okay,
you
popped
up
on
me
by
surprise
(yeah,
yeah)
You
see
I
never
took
you
for
the
poppin'
type
(straight
up)
Damn,
it′s
4 AM
so
please
believe
the
hype
(its
lit)
Hit
the
lights
(yeah),
I'm
way
over
top
Pop
it,
flick
it
Drop
a
pin,
send
a
location
(skrrt,
skrrt)
I′ma
pull
up
in
that
bullet-coupe
spaceship
(skrrt,
skrrt)
Drop
off
a
bag
of
some
dangerous
(yeah)
I'ma
hit
you,
4 AM,
see
if
you
make
it
(yeah)
Ooh,
Riccardo
Tisci
on
the
crewneck
Ooh,
On
a
killin′
rapper
spree
and
nigga,
you
next
Ooh,
they
talkin',
chillin',
watchin′
Netflix
Ooh,
I
used
to
trap
and
watch
bootlegs
Ooh,
I′m
on
my
wave
like
a
durag
Ooh,
I
see
your
boo,
now
where
your
crew
at?
Ooh,
talkin'
tequila
for
the
pipe-up
Ooh,
I
hope
you
got
a
clean
vagina,
yeah
Drench
god,
drench
god,
really
Represent
and
we
the
squad,
really
Tec
got
the
Rollie,
now
I
get
it
I
used
to
sell
drugs
for
a
living
Got
me
a
job
sellin′
records
Had
to
use
the
jeweler
for
a
reference
Might
buy
a
truck
with
the
extra
Might
use
the
legs
for
a
necklace
Okay,
you
popped
up
on
me
by
surprise
(yeah,
yeah)
You
see
I
never
took
you
for
the
poppin'
type
(straight
up)
Damn,
it′s
4 AM
so
please
believe
the
hype
(its
lit)
Hit
the
lights
(yeah),
I'm
way
over
top
Pop
it,
flick
it
Drop
a
pin,
send
location
(skrrt,
skrrt)
I′ma
pull
up
in
that
bullet-coupe
spaceship
(skrrt,
skrrt)
Drop
off
a
bag
of
some
dangerous
(yeah)
I'ma
hit
you,
4 AM,
see
if
you
make
it
(yeah)
Don't
stop
trappin′,
boy
Got
′bout
twelve
racks
this
mornin'
Got
′bout
twelve
racks
Started
last
night,
still
goin'
Twelve
racks
strong
Got
the
pitbull
in
the
corner,
she
pregnant
Got
the
crackhead
in
the
corner,
she
pregnant
Everybody
in
here
pregnant,
′cept
my
partner
and
them
But
we
gettin'
this
money
though,
I′m
tellin'
you
that.
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