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1AM Video (MV)




Performed By: Tre Lucci
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Torrance McIntyre




Tre Lucci - 1AM Lyrics
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Sometimes I sit, I smoke and I think
About how many racks is coming out the bank
And why so many people got so much to say
My plug told me come out to LA
But I gotta decline I got too many plays
Bitch imma run to the money like a race
Put that Glock in your face like what you trying to say
Yeah you know that money I'm chasing, not doing no hating
You know that a nigga want more
I got a bitch on the side, on the left, on the right
Cause the one in the middle won't go
And I cannot slip up, I f*ck around and get him hit up
I stand on all ten of my toes
That nigga turnt to a hoe
That nigga talked to them folks
That nigga know that he broke
And I'm trying to ride around in that Rolls
Trying to ride around in that Rolls, yeah I'm keeping my heater
These niggas really be leaches, they beg for a feature
I f*ck her, now she think I need her
But that's still mamacita, I pour in a liter
And I gotta get it to take care of my people
You cannot be lazy and think imma feed you
I hunt for the snake like a motherf*cking eagle
Imma keep selling bags
Gotta get me a load
And hell nah I cannot go through pain no more
Ain't no nights in the dark in the rain no more
Now these niggas not calling me lame no more
I be taxing these niggas, might overdose
Off the purple and orange, and Runtz that I smoke
Yeah I'm feeling like Tony, got it straight off the boat
It don't matter what it cost, gotta feed my folks
He don't want to pay the price, so I mix it with the low
I ain't playing with a nigga, with this pistol I blow
And I keep on telling mama I'm sorry
But I can't let them play me like I'm Atari
Yeah her red bottoms red so she want her a Rari
I know lil mama want me come inside
I know she like it when I grip her thighs
I cannot wife her cause a nigga pride
Baby not telling no lies
I just do not know why
All these niggas they be capping and hating
Cook a nigga like the bacon
I throw the pack like Troy Aikman
And I gotta go get it, no time to be wasting
And nigga walk in my way, I gotta lace him
I'm not finna fight, imma shoot like a Laker
Now these niggas treat me just like I'm the mayor
Like everything I do is major
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Sometimes I sit, I smoke and I think
About how many racks is coming out the bank
And why so many people got so much to say
My plug told me come out to LA
But I gotta decline I got too many plays
Bitch imma run to the money like a race
Put that Glock in your face like what you trying to say
Yeah you know that money I'm chasing, not doing no hating
You know that a nigga want more
I got a bitch on the side, on the left, on the right
Cause the one in the middle won't go
And I cannot slip up, I f*ck around and get him hit up
I stand on all ten of my toes
That nigga turnt to a hoe
That nigga talked to them folks
That nigga know that he broke
And I'm trying to ride around in that Rolls
Trying to ride around in that Rolls, yeah I'm keeping my heater
These niggas really be leaches, they beg for a feature
I f*ck her, now she think I need her
But that's still mamacita, I pour in a liter
And I gotta get it to take care of my people
You cannot be lazy and think imma feed you
I hunt for the snake like a motherf*cking eagle
Imma keep selling bags
Gotta get me a load
And hell nah I cannot go through pain no more
Ain't no nights in the dark in the rain no more
Now these niggas not calling me lame no more
I be taxing these niggas, might overdose
Off the purple and orange, and Runtz that I smoke
Yeah I'm feeling like Tony, got it straight off the boat
It don't matter what it cost, gotta feed my folks
He don't want to pay the price, so I mix it with the low
I ain't playing with a nigga, with this pistol I blow
And I keep on telling mama I'm sorry
But I can't let them play me like I'm Atari
Yeah her red bottoms red so she want her a Rari
I know lil mama want me come inside
I know she like it when I grip her thighs
I cannot wife her cause a nigga pride
Baby not telling no lies
I just do not know why
All these niggas they be capping and hating
Cook a nigga like the bacon
I throw the pack like Troy Aikman
And I gotta go get it, no time to be wasting
And nigga walk in my way, I gotta lace him
I'm not finna fight, imma shoot like a Laker
Now these niggas treat me just like I'm the mayor
Like everything I do is major
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Writer: Torrance McIntyre
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