paroles de chanson 1Am - MarcoMoney

(Fuck the other shit we got Milo on the beat)
Niggas woke me back up i'm in that one mode
Told the engineer don't press R until the blunt rolled
I been crisscrossed by my brothers I'm like fuck bros
Hope they think i'm lackin
Try it and it's gun smoke
Brody shoot the glizzy so much
I think the gun broke
40 With the 50 on it
Nigga that's a drum roll

It's 1 am i'm tryna get it in she's like come home
I just smoked a eighth to the face now my lungs gone
Nigga i don't cuff hoes
Never will i trust hoes
Niggas trippin bout a bitch
Do you like her and get you bust on
Ion want no friends
Just some money from my custos
Yeah i'm blessed but i ain't settling for less
Bitch i want more
How the fuck you care about me
When i was down i ain't get one call
Smokin out the pound all week
But what i roll strong
Niggas got left thinking they was right
But they was all wrong
I'm just tryna
(Uh, aye)
I'm just tryna count the pape up
Til i get paper cuts
Sorry baby ion wanna fuck
Just give me face or sum
I can't say her name
But the way she suck she my favorite one
I just wanna make some money
Don't wanna make no love
I be feelin kinda funny if ion take my drugs
All about that bread and that cheese
But ion post no subs
That's like tellin' on yourself
Ion post no guns
Chillin all black like the presi
But i'm not gon run
I'm treating niggas like my kids but ion got no sons
She a demon yeah i know it's going down she put it in a bun
It only took a week to touch guts
It took you a month
Uh, it only took me a week
Aye, i just filled my blunt with some runtz
Now i'm geeked
I might take a shot a Casa an then chase it with the lean
I feel like Mamba
I just dropped two fours
And popped a bean
I was lookin in the mirror
I'm like "what you wanna be?"
Yeah my heart on ice
But i love it when she cream
I be feelin' low but i get high like self esteem
I'm tryna leave the fully on E and make sure everybody eat
Nigga pulled up with a deuce deuce
And he don't got no Jimmy wit that heat
You a internet nigga
Get in beef and make a tweet
I can't get into that wit em ima see him when i see
When i rap it's like a preach
Reverend Run DMC
Bad bitch on her knees
Tongue game too elite
How your life on the line
You pump faked didn't squeeze
Niggas trippin so fn what i'm grippin
Like i'm fishin' in the sea
Tryna win an stack them dubs
I can't fit em in my jeans
I ain't chillin at the club i'm tryna get a hunnit gs
Who gon take care of my momma when i'm finished and i leave?
Keep a chrome and my heart
Gotta wear it on my sleeve