• Title:3AM on Glenwood (Clean)
  • Artist:21 Savage
  • Album:Her Loss (Clean)
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    3AM on Glenwood - 21 Savage
    Lyrics by:Peter Iskander/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/Ozan Yildirim/N. Shebib
    Composed by:Peter Iskander/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/Ozan Yildirim/N. Shebib
    Woah I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium
    Shorty got that real jelly yeah petroleum
    ****** actin' like my kids and they be older than him
    Can't believe they killed Skiney I really growed up with him
    I'ma leave a lot of ****** covered in roses for him
    Spray the witness I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them
    Won a Grammy and I couldn't even show it to him
    Put my face inside a line up ****** know that I'm him
    Anybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped on
    Pull up from the three like Stephen
    And the coupe bald-headed like the other Stephon
    Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on
    Think my heart made out of Teflon
    What
    Think my heart bulletproof
    You ain't got a mask I can show you what a hoodie do
    Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too
    I think they on the left roll the window hit the lights boom
    Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through

    Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through
    I pray that you ain't on the other side when we comin' through
    PTSD and I mean it
    ***** Johnny got killed and I seen it
    I can't fight with these demons
    Top shotta ***** I got gunfire for these demons
    Hope you know you gotta stand on all that **** you been tweetin'
    Took some real ****** from me I could kill the whole world and I still won't be even
    I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers while I'm shoppin' in Neiman's
    Real gangster when I'm gone carve my name in the cement
    Watch these **** when you rich they play games with the *****
    Trials and tribulations I face them
    Prosecutors probably wanna case him
    See my opps I jump out and chase them
    I ain't Charleston White ***** I'll never Mace them
    Love for all my artists ***** I'll never Mase them
    **** that's probably why they hate him
    Tryna get my brother out of jail I'm like Hey Kim
    Cut from a different cloth he never let it break him
    Look at my advance it make me wonder would I make them
    But I own my masters so I can't do **** but thank them
    Video visits he be smilin' on FaceTime
    Passionate I'm talkin' with my hands these ain't gang signs
    You don't know Larry Tayman or CJ you ain't one of mine
    Braids on my neck ***** I ain't got no hang time
    ***** I ain't got no kick-it for you
    I don't wanna make friends
    I don't wanna make amends
    I'm chasin' M's
    Yeah facts
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