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645ar - midnight lyrics

[intro: 645ar & 3ag pilot]
(don’t play with him)

[chorus: 645ar]
i keep a stick ’cause n+ggas out to get me (yeah)
i say f+ck them n+ggas and it’s still that
i gotta make them p+ssy n+ggas feel that
that sh+t you rap about, you don’t live that (yeah)
i’m tryna see how he get like
he gon’ get left if he don’t get right
get a n+gga whacked by midnight
now we poppin’ bottles, it’s a lit night

[verse 1: 645ar]
i went to [?] and spent fifty
if you see the ice, i’m totin’ fifty
this sh+t here get mixy
b+tch, i get to spinnin’ ’til i’m dizzy
ayy, who them n+ggas is?
f+ck them n+ggas is?
you know how this sh+t get
them n+ggas know we step on sh+t
how many n+ggas can say they gave they mom a hundred bands? (mama)
don’t need no n+gga, i got a hundred plans (yeah)
none of my opps goin’ band+for+band
if you tryna get rich, just stick to the plan
couple friends turned to enemies (f+ck ’em)
i gotta make it home by any means
it’s a couple n+ggas envy me
i catch that b+tch, i’ma lemon squeeze
[chorus: 645ar & rxknephew]
i keep a stick ’cause n+ggas out to get me (yeah)
i say f+ck them n+ggas and it’s still that
i gotta make them p+ssy n+ggas feel that
that sh+t you rap about, you don’t live that (yeah)
i’m tryna see how he get like
he gon’ get left if he don’t get right
get a n+gga whacked by midnight
hit him with a deuce, tell him get right

[verse 2: rxknephew]
cut a b+tch off, she don’t act right
[?] eight ‘fore midnight
broke my wrist, had a good day
you don’t put in work, then you in the way
point the glock, do what simon say
i serve a n+gga any time of day
you don’t gotta ask for the eta
i’m a new breed, not a cna
break it down, split it in three ways
your dog broke and he a cheapskate
my dog a shooter, don’t be fist+fighting
you don’t love me, b+tch, i hate liars
my left wrist is top messiah
neph get the kitchen on fire
rap don’t work, then it’s murder for hire
there ain’t no pot, throw that b+tch in the fryer
work too good, got auntie hidin’
i delivered, they ain’t been outside yet
i’m a dog, b+tch, not a stray cat
drive the audi like a scatpack
i do not run with the rat pack

- 645ar lyrics

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