3 Past 12
You
Ain't trippin up off them fools
That never knew what to do
With a body like that hourglass you got
Girl, what's the move?
It's time for you now to choose
Am I coming home with you?
It's almost 3AM and I can't be alone
Clock hit 12 and the time get thin
I only got a few hours till you go
Back to your crib, imma grab your digits
And hit you up before you get home
You say from here but you live on the coast
You still got a crib, you'll be here till tomorrow
I'm hoping you live real fucking close
I'm hoping you live real fucking close to me
Girl I'll be there even if you don't
You liking the way I play up front
Was never too scared to talk to ya
And when we get home I'll prop you up
Go head and point your bottom up
Your legs shaking, I'm locking up
Girl this ain't common for ya
No this ain't common
So...
You
Ain't trippin up off them fools
That never knew what to do
With a body like that hourglass you got
Girl, what's the move?
It's time for you now to choose
Am I coming home with you?
It's almost 3AM and I can't be alone
Clock hit 12 and the time get thin
I only got a few hours till you go
Back to your crib, imma grab your digits
And hit you up before you get home
You say from here but you live on the coast
You still got a crib, you'll be here till tomorrow
I'm hoping you live real fucking close
I'm hoping you live real fucking close to me
Ain't trippin up off them fools
That never knew what to do
With a body like that hourglass you got
Girl, what's the move?
It's time for you now to choose
Am I coming home with you?
It's almost 3AM and I can't be alone
Clock hit 12 and the time get thin
I only got a few hours till you go
Back to your crib, imma grab your digits
And hit you up before you get home
You say from here but you live on the coast
You still got a crib, you'll be here till tomorrow
I'm hoping you live real fucking close
I'm hoping you live real fucking close to me
Girl I'll be there even if you don't
You liking the way I play up front
Was never too scared to talk to ya
And when we get home I'll prop you up
Go head and point your bottom up
Your legs shaking, I'm locking up
Girl this ain't common for ya
No this ain't common
So...
You
Ain't trippin up off them fools
That never knew what to do
With a body like that hourglass you got
Girl, what's the move?
It's time for you now to choose
Am I coming home with you?
It's almost 3AM and I can't be alone
Clock hit 12 and the time get thin
I only got a few hours till you go
Back to your crib, imma grab your digits
And hit you up before you get home
You say from here but you live on the coast
You still got a crib, you'll be here till tomorrow
I'm hoping you live real fucking close
I'm hoping you live real fucking close to me
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Writer(s): Gregory Leonard Ii
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