3AM In LA Lyrics – Doe Boy

3AM In LA Lyrics by Doe Boy is the latest English song from the album “OH REALLY”. 3AM In LA lyrics were written by JReezy & Doe Boy while the song is produced by reezy.

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3AM In LA Lyrics

Gang, you think I’m playin’? (Grr, bah, bah, bah, bah)
You think I’m playin’? (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
You think I’m playin’? (On that old dog shit today, Doe Beezy)

Walkin’ through the hood on my block with my glizzy (Let’s go, rah)
I shoot like old dog with that Glock, I get busy (Bah, bah, bah, roof, bah, bah, bah, roof, roof)
Posted on the set, full of hunnids, not a fifty (Let’s go)
Catch me hangin’ with the Bloods out in LA, who Chiriqqy? (Oh, really?)
I’m the killer with my felons, bitch, we terrorize the city (Brrat, brrat)
Don’t compare me to no rapper who ain’t never shot his blicky (Bah, bah, bah, boom, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Nine full of blues (Blues), don’t see not a twenty (Twenty)
Came in with them tools (Tools), broski got the semi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, playin’)

Came in with like two sticks, picked the toolkit (Grr)
Get that nigga, “Shh,” whacked, on my to-do list (Pussy)
I was just eatin’ jail brace, now I’m in Ruth Chris’s (Facts)
And I might jack on that goon shit, he really do shit (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, playin’)
Keep one in the head (Head), ain’t no need to cock it (Ain’t no need to cock it)
You know damn well I ain’t goin’, boy, stop it (Boom)
Choppa like my baby (Yeah), lemme rock-a-bye it (Grrah, rah, grrah, rah, rah, rah)
Did a drill, now I feel bad, I gotta put it up for adoption (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, think I’m playin’?)
Ask ’em, “Who the hottest?” Bet they say me (Doe Beezy)
Shot at them, they ate you back, dammit, they sweet (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, mwah)
Pussy nigga scared of me, it’s curious, HD (Facts)
Fuck the ‘plause, but these VVSs made me say, “Cheese”

Walkin’ through the hood on my block with my glizzy (Grrt)
I shoot like old dog with that Glock, I get busy (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Posted on the set, full of hunnids, not a fifty (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Catch me hangin’ with the Bloods out in LA, who Chiriqqy? (Oh, really? Rah)
I’m the killer with my felons, bitch, we terrorize the city (Brrt)
Don’t compare me to no rapper who ain’t never shot his blicky (No, boom)
Nine full of blues (Blues), don’t see not a twenty (Don’t see not a twenty)
Came in with them tools (Tools), broski got the semi (Grrah, rah)

You think I’m playin’?
You think I’m playin’?
Oh, really?

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