daturahill - night i lyrics
[verse]
while you was at school, popular, getting all them hoes
i was gettin’ bread, gettin’ the bag, gettin’ them f+ckin’ funds
p+p+p+pipe down lil’ f+ck, f+ck yo’ wack music
you ain’t going to h+ll cause i’mma bring it to ya’
you love the way i intimidate, i don’t even do nothin’
you gon’ feel my presence runnin’ thru yo’ f+ckin’ veins
if you gon’ shoot then shoot them f+ckin’ clips boy
what the f+ck you gotta gun for if you don’t even use it
you a lil’ b+tch out here in the stree+
i ain’t even street, i ain’t even from the hood
and smack the f+ck outta you
all you f+ckin’ ho’s
all you f+ckin’ fools ridin’ round with them to+toys
i should get my shooters on yo’ f+ckin neck
i really split yo’ wig in a sec
i really stomp a ni+ni+ni+ni out on the curb
put you on a shirt, put you on a tray
eat you up like a b+ttercup
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