paroles de chanson 3:26 Am - P.K.

Im rubbin' her body down
Got a choppa got a loaded round
Spread her legs got her rollin down
She lovin' me, yeah, she lovin the sound
Number (N)ine feel like mickey mouse
Call her name she turnin' around
Dial my phone I had to hit pound
Fuck your bitch and i'm callin' her Out, Out, Out, Out
(This shit kinda hard i cant even cap)

I feel like i'm Kobe
I feel like i'm Kevin Durant
Fuckin his gurl, now he wanna rant
Follow my IG she follow my pictures
Leave a black heart so I buy her a sticker
Got a big booty so i had to pick her
I pour a eight i feel like i'm Denzel
Locked up had to pay nigga bail
Got a girl but I know she wont tell
She my main so I buy her Chanel
Green and Red like a Gucci Belt
Tired of Gucci so I bought her the Fendi
RKO' in her I feel i'm Randy
Not no squirrel but i'm feelin' like Sandy
Lickin' on me like i'm mexican candy
She my wife so I bought her a pearl
Suck me up so I gave her the world
It's 3AM, what you doin here girl?
Thumb in her butt and i'm makin her hurl
Jason Lee but name is not Earl
Throw her on the bed i'm makin' her twirl
Lovin' on her, yeah, i'm makin' her curl

Im rubbin' her body down
Got a choppa got a loaded round
Spread her legs got her rollin down
She lovin' me, yeah, she lovin the sound
Number (N)ine feel like mickey mouse
Call her name she turnin' around
Dial my phone I had to hit pound
Fuck your bitch and i'm callin' her Out, Out, Out, Out