3 A.m. (ft. Timbaland) Lyrics

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(Chorus)
Maybe I need to slow down, livin life too fast
When you thuggin everyday and everyday could be your last
When you clubbin every night and you dippin in your stash
When you caught up in the life and you're blowin money fast
(Verse 1)
I said you rap niggaz ain't sold shit, now what it do
3.5 for the crib, no fronts
Always on the go, we ain't got time to sit
Fuck we need with toilet paper, ain't got time to shit
Something in the garage that costs more than the house
The new set of on set wheels you can't pronounce
Yea fuck what they cost, they still a floss
What else would make me pay 20 Gs for the exhaust
If you fuck up your count, you start over
Folks run and kick in the door, it's all over
You know we got that Pac on the pot to set the mood
So now you can't even hear the game that's on the twos
(Chorus)
Maybe I need to slow down, livin life too fast
When you thuggin everyday and everyday could be your last
When you clubbin every night and you dippin in your stash
When you caught up in the life and you're blowin money fast
(Verse 2)
Talking lambo, from here to Marilyn
Pull up to the club in a line of karophyne
Wouldn't be surprised if my tags ain't Marilyn
Then I wouldn't even know if your ass embarrissing
Type of shit, you think a nigga robbed the dealership
Death before the son, that's the only membership
Walk straight in the club like we some members
So much ice in this bitch, look like December
Yea you know the charms is cool, the wrist freeze
You ain't gotta ask her to go, the bitch leave
All black from head to toe, my uniform
Only thing we ain't got in the lot is unicorns
(Chorus)
Maybe I need to slow down, livin life too fast
When you thuggin everyday and everyday could be your last
When you clubbin every night and you dippin in your stash
When you caught up in the life and you're blowin money fast
(Verse 3)
So much money over your hands, feel like a teller
So much PJ in the fridge, look like a seller
Its why niggaz got champagne endorsements
C15 with the beam for reinforcements
The earth is our turf, nigga we grew here, they flew here
All a nigga want for Christmas is another year
Yeah, so welcome to brotherhood
I can give a fuck nigga, long as my brother's good
Greatest show in the world, can't help but watch it
Come through just like a train, nothin' can stop it
Night visit cam and the tag cut the surveillance
Blowin big smoke out the drop, wave it to agents
(Chorus)
Maybe I need to slow down, livin life too fast
When you thuggin everyday and everyday could be your last
When you clubbin every night and you dippin in your stash
When you caught up in the life and you're blowin money fast
Maybe I need to slow down, livin life too fast
When you thuggin everyday and everyday could be your last
When you clubbin every night and you dippin in your stash
When you caught up in the life and you're blowin money fast