Correction Lyrics 3am In The Trap by Lil Soda Boi

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3am inside the trap, we smokin' on Gelato
Playin' with a dirty strap, off three perks and Moscato
Baby please don’t say my name tonight, my name is john doe
Rollin up the grass, you know I really like to lawn mow
On go, know we on go, go sicko, Mo Bamba
Fronto, stuffed with marijuana in the condo
Combo, mix and match it u can shop like Costco
Roscoe, chicken flip the bird, chicken and waffles
Callin' up the plug we on a mission to get rich
I just spilled a dirty cup got codeine drippin' on my kicks
A movie, we pull up and everybody takin' pics, now its lit
I remember when my opps was on my d**k
3 am inside the trap, my wrist is like a iceberg
With my slime, no cap like a viper
This is not some hip-hop boy, this sh*t is not cypher
I don’t want commitment, I don’t really wanna wife her

I can not f**k with lames, due to your money stinks
You trippy crazy man, you gon’ burn and spend my bands
Drive down with my Glock, tryna make my block so proud
Big bro got that perky and the molly with the bands
And I don’t know where to get it back
With my pistol, can I make it back?
Cash out b*t*h, face down to the ground
I’m seventeen so I get my money, keep it around
Your money insane, all these bloody stains
You might see me when I pull up so might think I flew
Blow your head off, cause I don't know what to do
When you told me it's on me, but this blood is not me

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