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dedric - nightyhood lyrics

[intro: dedric]
(ahh+ahh+aaahh)
shii iz allnighty
(ahh+ahh+aaahh)
(ahh+ahh+aaahh)
(ahh+ahh+aaahh)

[hook: dedric]
we nightcrawlin in the hood
with them glizzies on them laps
we be playin drums, it’s good
when the opp is out on the map
accelerating, i would
but the buick goin slow, gone bust a cap
then hide him in the woods
we gone give him a nap
he gotta f+ckin heat that he fenna try to grab
i think he a klab, so i think that i’ma stab
yea i understood
that by the color of his hat
what we talkin bout izza rat, comin outta his fucckin flat

[bridge: dedric]
and n+gga i’m the black cat, yu won’t be able to deny that
yu scary n+gga fat, runnin kuz i gotta gat
yu know whatever i’m gone k!ll yo b+tch fake og ass
and i thought yu was blood, now i wanna know where yu at
bro, bro, n+gga you a hoe, bro
bro, bro, n+gga you a hoe, b+tch
b+tch, b+tch, n+gga you a hoe, hoe
hoe, hoe, hoe, n+gga you a hoe, n+gga, n+gga, n+gga
[verse: dedric]
ah n+gga ain’t soulja boy
got charges for forgery
never need no sorcery
and never needed no surgery
fenna eat the order he
done asked to the louis burgers gee
like i was a menace b+tch
let me get yo dayton’s b+tch
b+tch i’m the n+gga, i’m caine, beyotch
i’m gone crack yo safe, keylock
i’m gone spoil yo feet, reebok
opportunities gone like the opps
kuz i’m gone blow the 45 on em
n+gga i’m a gunna, i make his type beats
i’ma run em
up like i was runnin, i’m a runna
i’m from angeles, not vegas but i’m a stunna
i got me a thc battery kuz i’m a stoner
i put them f+ckin dayton’s on my sh+t kuz i’ma stunt em
yea, that’s weird, but my whip a donk, that’s why i can stunt on em, and i do sh+t like a stuntman, but while i’m the real actor
and i can tune your tractor, make it jump, i’m the prime factor
kuz nun can’t neva change me, i’m the black gold, extractor
i’ma get an hydra in real life, reactor
i’ma put hydraulics on my life, i’ll tell you
[hook: dedric]
we nightcrawlin in the hood
with them glizzies on them laps
we be playin drums, it’s good
when the opp is out on the map
accelerating, i would
but the buick goin slow, gone bust a cap
then hide him in the woods
we gone give him a nap
he gotta f+ckin heat that he fenna try to grab
i think he a klab, so i think that i’ma stab
yea i understood
that by the color of his hat
what we talkin bout izza rat, comin outta his fucckin flat

- dedric lyrics

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