Testo A Lot - Night Lovell feat. Lindasson & FTG Reggie
Testo della canzone A Lot (Night Lovell feat. Lindasson & FTG Reggie), tratta dall'album A Lot
Hey CR
You is peon, I'ma get money tonight, I am a don
Droppin' a bomb, that bitch need someone to lean on
Someone to say she the one
This shit is fun, niggas just acting tough, know that yo' bitch a slut
She on my nuts, uh, she want me to cuff, but I'm not made for love
This shit is light, uh, ay
You looking fine tonight
Guess I got time tonight, might slide tonight
That pussy is mine tonight
Might pull up and fight tonight
Might commit a crime tonight, it's wild tonight
We bring out sticks (bitch), sticks (bitch)
Might empty a clip tonight, ay
Ridin' around with the mob, ducking the cops
Run into the opps we sending shots
Package you up putchu in a box
Them niggas just talk a lot and bark a lot
Them niggas don't walk the walk
Parkin' in the parking lot, pull up to the spot (brrrr)
Light up the block, uh
Let's go, let's' go
Yeah, thief in the night, woah
Uh-huh, brodie piss out codeine he got demons he can't show
Yeah, let's go
Never been no hoe, no I can't go
Out sad like no sucker, why these folks believe in hope, yeah
Get 'em on site, fight, yeah
Look into my eyes, do I look scared?
Lil' brodie took flight, flight (huh)
Had to get gone 'cause he did what he did
Better pick yo' side, side (huh)
Born and raised up in the wells, we stay prepared
Lemme see that bite, bite (huh)
'Cause that bark don't bring me fear
Can't trust no fed, no, huh
Free up my brodie he doing his bid
Get it how you live, huh, woah
Nonchalant, no, I can't care, yeah, uh
Voices in my head, yeah
Heard that boy he talk a lot, don't tell what you done hear
Baby on baby, I'm going insane
Taking over the game
Niggas stay out my lane, huh
Bitch you can't hang where I stay
I chill with niggas who'll kill you today
You can run, you ain't getting away (away)
This a game you ain't ready to play (no way)
Need my fifties and hundreds today (right now)
Riding round seeing stars in the Wraith (Wraith)
I don't need you lil' shordy I'm straight (I'm straight)
Get in line, lil' bitch you can wait (you can wait)
Yeah, my daddy he called my the great (the great)
Last time I seen that lil' boy, I was eight
Who gon' put food on my plate? Wait
Said "Free the guys" 'bout nine times
I'll never fold in the limelight (limelight)
Heart on froze like Klondike
Broski told me take a chill pill so I started popping em Percs, uh
Glizzy looking like a nine-to-five how these hollow tips fucking work, uh
Bitches in my DMs saying that they love me, they just want a purse, uh
Send my demons all up on 'em
Now they running 'round tryna break a curse, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Rogers, Shermar Paul, Dominic Abbas, Shymar Brewster Russell
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