Lyrics Plug

Song - 3AM
Artist - Russ Ft. Ty Dolla $ign

3 AM Song Lyrics:-

[Intro: Russ &Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na
I know you know what's up, haha
Yeah
Oh-oh-oh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It's 3 AM, answer your phone (Your phone)
I know you hate to be alone (Ooh yeah)
Said you been waiting on me all night (Ooh yeah)
I’ll let you stay, you play your cards right
It's 3 AM, answer your phone (Your phone)
I know you hate to be alone (Ooh yeah)
Said you been waiting on me all night (Ooh yeah)
I’ll let you stay, you play your cards right

[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah, yeah
I know you up, I know you down
I'm live alone, so let's get loud (Yeah, yeah)
You from the BX like JLo
I fuck with you 'cause you lay low
Pussy be rainin', ass is thunder clappin', mouth's a tornado (Come on)
This just the calm before the storm
It's three o'clock in the morn'
I like a freak, had to ask "When we droppin' the porn?"
Baby chill just for me and you
Yo…

[Chorus: Jackboy]
I love my brah and them
I hope they love me back
You play one of them
Lil' bitch you getting whacked
Spin a nigga block
Now that shit right off the map
Go ask his partner and them
They know I'm spitting facts
It's not hard for you to see I'm from the jungle
All these scars you can tell I had to rumble
Ain't ask for shit I had to get it off the muscle
Niggas be on your team
But hoping that you fumble

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
My soul crying now like
How the hell did y'all break?
I let our flip push on
But we can't ever be straight
Fuck Michael and David, lame
They both chose to throw in their case
Twin rats, yeah
You niggas identical snakes
You catch yourself dead
You snake ass rat, yeah
I saw what you said
On black and white led
Aye Eugene you scared
On PC for a fair
Thought boy ass was gorilla
How the fuck he get in there
You niggas pussy probably in there
Washing a niggas underwear
And Vari and T-Bird ain't forget about y'all
Y'all…

"Broke Opps"

DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Von

Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and pulled out his gristle
It was the nickel, and it's a Glock
And that bitch sound like a missile
He know I'm official
Doin' all that woofin' and shit, boy, you know I'ma get you
And when nobody with him
I wore a nine, the shoes, ain't nobody fit 'em

I popped a Perky and thirty
I'm havin' a bitch, boy, ain't nobody perfect
If I take a L, I'm back on that corner
I'm hustlin', ain't nobody servin'
Get booked 'cause somebody workin'
He told, I know that for certain
Get caught, I'm closin' his curtains
We scored another conversion
Designer, Givenchy
All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's Christmas
Speakin' of Christmas, come get your ho
I be climbin' all up in her chimney
We seein' the ho if she friendly
Ain't see him, he goin', he missin'
Won't see m…

[Chorus: Polo G]
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin'
Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills, I was fiendin'
Got a bad bitch, honey skintone, pretty long hair, she Belizean
Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you, I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon
Dysfunctional, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason
R…

[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Hey
Will
Yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I'm feelin’ like Will (Hey), I think I'm a prince, I'm feelin’ myself (Buck, buck)
I'm loaded with bills 'cause I wasn't blessed with no Uncle Phil (Woah)
Don't know how it feels, I wanted to flex, they told me to chill (Chill)
I'm makin' a flip (Flip), my life is a flick, come load up the film (Hey)

[Verse: Will Smith]
Yeah
You feelin' like me? I feel like a prince that turned to a king
Found me a queen, started a family and got me a team
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor
And shoutout to Julius Erving, one of the legends I worship
Muhammad Ali put the work in, he was the champ, the greatest, he earned it
I love that you think that I’m perfect but I have plenty mistakes and burdens
My grandmama thought I was worthless
She always got at me when I was searching
I wouldn’t be me if it wasn'…

[Intro]
Devo this shit hard

[Chorus]
I'm in the city, I'm whippin' exotics
She off of narcotics, she rubbin' my body
I think she popped her a X or Molly
I think she in college, but fuck it, we partied
It ain't no new friends, my nigga, we solid
We on it, we 'bout it, I don't even doubt it
My niggas lit in this bitch and we crowded
I can't leave without it, I will not allow it
I'm in the city, I'm whippin' exotics
She off of narcotics, she rubbin' my body
I think she popped her a X or Molly
I think she in college, but fuck it, we partied
It ain't no new friends, my nigga, we solid
We on it, we 'bout it, I don't even doubt it
My niggas lit in this bitch and we crowded
I can't leave without it, I will not allow it

[Verse]
I'm finna fly her ass out the state
She threw it back on me, shit was great
It ain't no new friends, niggas fake
These niggas rain drops, I'm a lake
Why you concerned about what I make?
You nee…

"Taco Tuesday"

[Takeoff:]
Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it
[LeBron James:]
Pretty down night right now
Sike (Uh), 'cause it's taco Tuesday
What is it? (Taco Tuesday)

[Quavo:]
Yeah, taco Tuesday, I got the cheese, she tastin' the Kool-Aid (Taco)
Migo the plug, Guadalupe (Brrt)
She gon' do what the group say, comprende (Comprende)
Caliente (Uh), she get the bag but she gotta get it ten ways (Woo)
Okay, now ándele, ándele (Ándele)
What the money make? (Money make?)
Make it elevate (Elevate)

[Offset:]
Cha-nay-nay like she on the runway (Cha-nay-nay)
It's a pay day when she get the cum face (Woo)
Mamacita want tequila and a Bombay (Tequila)
Trap beating in the cul-de-sac, a one-way (Trap beating)
She want a perc before she take off her skirt (Perc, perc)
Put in work, put your number on here (Skirt, skirt)
These diamonds get to winking, like to flirt (Flirt, flirt)
They can't put your face on a shirt (Shirt)
Been having flavour, givin' waves …