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Trinidad James - 3AM Eastside lyrics

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3AM Eastside by Trinidad James


Pull up on a ngga right now
Drop everything right now, right now
Bet you come right now,
3 am and it aint sun
Comin all the way for the West Side
Kissin all over me
Im not in love with you
You braking all the rules
Try not hold on to it
You cant controllin this
Ill be over soon
This nothin new to you
Young b**ch, yeah you know to hit that
Bring it off like a kit cat
Now you wanna relapse
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
Just dont
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
They just wanna get on
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
They just wanna bum
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
Just dont
Halla when you see a nigga
Pow when you see a nigga
I aint Hollywood, you just feel a certain why when you see a nigga
Flow so dirty make a main cry
Pull up in that pussy, Imma stay high
They gonna want me dead cuz I stay like
Niggas feelin low, whachu say
The f**king might zippin on
Dishes strong as f**k
But f**k it, am I smoking on?
Dishes strong as f**k
I just wanna f**k a girl
But f**k do this b**ches on
I will be rich forever
Pull more than a nigga want
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
Just dont
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
They just wanna get on
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
They just wanna bum
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
Just dont
Welcome to Atlanta, with more b**ches
Took her to the big fly, damn I just did that
She just feel a little racy so I took her to the cushier
Wings so strong , had to be little
Whenever feel the ?
You never see a hundred thousand girl just count
Im fresh like a Detroit player
County with the friends as a new ball ?
Order all the cakes, I dont know what they sayin
All I ever have? Hope you did what you sayin
No lies, straight faces
Look at me in the eyes
Bad b**ches comes with baggage
And I wonder why
Niggas pay for problems
Then they pay the price
Yeah they don't realize bad b**ches
Bad b**ches don't make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
Just dont
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
They just wanna get on
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
They just wanna bum
Bad b**ches dont make love
Bad b**ches dont make love
Just dont



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