"3am gems" lyrics
Chester Watson & Uptown Slang Lyrics
Gems and precious metals
Throughout the ages, many sorcerers and witches have found other stones that look ancient in magic
Among them the garnet, the ruby, the almand, and the opal
Feel like a Mason, I stunt in Margiela
She peeped my ice and went blind, Helen Keller
Walk in the bank and converse with my teller
Play with my time, she know better, I get her wetter
Pull up and, uh, change the weather
I feel like Pluto, I drip in red leather
Niggas be bitchin', you sound like my niece
I love 'em chocolate, she taste like a Reese's
Popped her so much, I done ran out of pieces
Dior my kicks, you could die over creases
Hop out all white, shawty thought it was Jesus
I'm Mr. Pull any ho that he pleases
Shawty a dime and she want me to put dick in her spine
Say that she love me, I know that she lyin'
My mama hate when I pour another line
I put my life on the line, contemplate dyin'
Laugh at my thoughts just to keep me from cryin'
3 in the morning, I'm fried
This nigga tried, I'ma leave him to dry
Send him to heaven, put your bro in the sky
Copy my drip, got you thinkin' you fly
I'm here to tell you you ain't been that guy (No, you not)
Talkin' that shit, you beneath me, I wipe that boy off my shoes
Struttin' around like you him, you ain't even cool, no, we ain't bool
Run up, I'm uppin' the heater, my tool
It's Mr. Slide on your girl at the party
My shawty bad, really look like a Barbie
In love with the dick, she gon' ride like a Harley
Niggas is funny, remind me of Chris Farley
Now you have some knowledge of the basic paraphernalia and implements in magic, shall we proceed?
Throughout the ages, many sorcerers and witches have found other stones that look ancient in magic
Among them the garnet, the ruby, the almand, and the opal
Feel like a Mason, I stunt in Margiela
She peeped my ice and went blind, Helen Keller
Walk in the bank and converse with my teller
Play with my time, she know better, I get her wetter
Pull up and, uh, change the weather
I feel like Pluto, I drip in red leather
Niggas be bitchin', you sound like my niece
I love 'em chocolate, she taste like a Reese's
Popped her so much, I done ran out of pieces
Dior my kicks, you could die over creases
Hop out all white, shawty thought it was Jesus
I'm Mr. Pull any ho that he pleases
Shawty a dime and she want me to put dick in her spine
Say that she love me, I know that she lyin'
My mama hate when I pour another line
I put my life on the line, contemplate dyin'
Laugh at my thoughts just to keep me from cryin'
3 in the morning, I'm fried
This nigga tried, I'ma leave him to dry
Send him to heaven, put your bro in the sky
Copy my drip, got you thinkin' you fly
I'm here to tell you you ain't been that guy (No, you not)
Talkin' that shit, you beneath me, I wipe that boy off my shoes
Struttin' around like you him, you ain't even cool, no, we ain't bool
Run up, I'm uppin' the heater, my tool
It's Mr. Slide on your girl at the party
My shawty bad, really look like a Barbie
In love with the dick, she gon' ride like a Harley
Niggas is funny, remind me of Chris Farley
Now you have some knowledge of the basic paraphernalia and implements in magic, shall we proceed?
