CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 3am In LA
Ayy, ayy (Cuddie Joe in this motherf**ker)
Ayy, ayy
Woo, woo
n***as wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Ayy)
Killer to the third degree, better keep that rosary (Woo)
Chopper hold a .223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a n***a run, bullet hit his back, burp him (Ayy, ayy)
Before I go and wipe a n***a nose, I'ma roll the sleeve
Free Yak, I know what he mean when you can't roll in peace
Pull up Maybach to the scene, rollin' Cookie trees (Ayy)
Made five stacks off the bean, sh*t been savin' me (Ayy, ayy)
Servin' to the fiends, madе a killin' off the Perky
Whatevеr I been doin' last couple years been workin' (Woo)
I knew that was your b*t*h, dog, I took the ho on purpose
n***a tried to press me 'til he found out it wasn't workin'
X a n***a out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tagged 'em in Suburbans
X a n***a out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tagged 'em in Suburbans
n***as wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Ayy, ayy)
Killer to the third degree, better keep that rosary (Woo)
Chopper hold a .223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a n***a run, bullet hit his back, burp him
Servin' to the fiends, made a killin' off the Perky
Whatever I been doin' last couple years been workin'
I knew that was your b*t*h, dog, I took the ho on purpose
n***a tried to press me 'til he found out it wasn't workin'
(Cuddie Joe in this motherf**ker)
Ayy, ayy
Woo, woo
n***as wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Ayy)
Killer to the third degree, better keep that rosary (Woo)
Chopper hold a .223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a n***a run, bullet hit his back, burp him (Ayy, ayy)
Before I go and wipe a n***a nose, I'ma roll the sleeve
Free Yak, I know what he mean when you can't roll in peace
Pull up Maybach to the scene, rollin' Cookie trees (Ayy)
Made five stacks off the bean, sh*t been savin' me (Ayy, ayy)
Servin' to the fiends, madе a killin' off the Perky
Whatevеr I been doin' last couple years been workin' (Woo)
I knew that was your b*t*h, dog, I took the ho on purpose
n***a tried to press me 'til he found out it wasn't workin'
X a n***a out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tagged 'em in Suburbans
X a n***a out, roll him up, close that curtain
We create the opps, toe tagged 'em in Suburbans
n***as wanna murder me, act like they heard of me (Ayy, ayy)
Killer to the third degree, better keep that rosary (Woo)
Chopper hold a .223, ain't no murkin' me
Make a n***a run, bullet hit his back, burp him
Servin' to the fiends, made a killin' off the Perky
Whatever I been doin' last couple years been workin'
I knew that was your b*t*h, dog, I took the ho on purpose
n***a tried to press me 'til he found out it wasn't workin'
(Cuddie Joe in this motherf**ker)
