21 Savage - 3AM on Glenwood (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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21 Savage - 3AM on Glenwood (en) Lyrics
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Woah, I get rid of all
the smoke like Ozium
Shorty got that real jelly,
yeah, petroleum
Niggas actin' like my kids and
they be older than him
Can't believe they killed Skiney,
I really growed up with him
I'ma leave a lot of niggas
covered in roses for him
Spray the witness, I ain't leavin'
no Jehovah for them
Won a GRAMMY and I couldn't
even show it to him
Put my face inside a line up,
niggas know that I'm him
Anybody speakin' on my brothers
got stepped on
Pull up from the three like Stеphen
And the coupe bald-hеaded
like the other Stephon
Put my kids in private school so
they could get they prep on
Think my heart made out of Teflon
What? What? Think my heart bulletproof
You ain't got a mask, I can
show you what a hoodie do
Pull the string tight 'til
your eyelids covered too
I think they on the left, roll the
window, hit the lights, boom
Everybody wish they switched sides
when we comin' through
Everybody wish they was inside
when we comin' through
I pray that you ain't on the other
side when we comin' through
PTSD and I mean it
Nigga, Johnny got killed and I seen it
I can't fight with these demons
Top shotta, nigga, I got gunfire
for these demons
Hope you know you gotta stand on
all that shit you been tweetin'
Took some real niggas from me,
I could kill the whole world
and I still won't be even
I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers
while I'm shoppin' in Neiman's
Real gangster, when I'm gone,
carve my name in the cement
Watch these hoes when you rich,
they play games with the semen
Trials and tribulations, I face them
Prosecutors probably wanna case him
See my opps, I jump out and chase them
I ain't Charleston White, nigga,
I'll never Mace them
Love for all my artists, nigga,
I'll never Mase them
Shit, that's probably
why they hate him
Tryna get my brother out of
jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim"
Cut from a different cloth,
he never let it break him
Look at my advance, it make me
wonder, would I make them?
But I own my masters, so I can't
do shit but thank them
Video visits, he be smilin'
on FaceTime
Passionate, I'm talkin' with my
hands, these ain't gang signs
You don't know Larry, Tayman,
or CJ, you ain't one of mine
Braids on my neck, nigga,
I ain't got no hang time
Nigga, I ain't got no kick-it for you
I don't wanna make friends
I don't wanna make amends
I'm chasin' Ms
Yeah, facts
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