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nocap & rylo rodriguez - last night lyrics

[verse 1: rylo rodriguez]
at night, i had dreamed of dave when we was sittin’ there talkin’ (sittin’ there talkin’)
i threw some percocets in his tuxedo and rolled him back in the coffin
hit ’em when he went to h+llhole, took him to the court and gave him one more shot
lil’ n+gga so wild, the whole household used to tell me shoot my shot (told me to shoot my shot)
made her eat a apple and suck my d+ck and she got cottonmouth
f+cked the ho the first night, but if i was broke, she would be givin’ the blue b+lls
this glock his b+tch, but it got a d+ck, he named it rupaul
i’ma have f+ck her neck, b+tch, your p+ssy too small
these hoes ain’t sh+t, so we just hit ’em like a stray dog
she called me from my phone but still it was a prank call
she hit me for some money, i knew that was a prank call
hood b+tch gon’ grab her keys and come and scratch your paint off
12 asked me for my ig, i gave his ass the cig (yeah, yeah)
told these hoes like what’s on they head, these b+tches the wig
f+ck n+gga in charge like dollar bill, they team stay in poverty
that b+tch gon’ hear from me again, prolly gon’ sell her ears

[verse 2: nocap]
.223s, nicolas cage, they knock his face off
i’m high as h+ll, when it’s night+time, i still daze off (i still daze off)
she let me f+ck her for some jordan’s, so i fade off
i’m never absent to the streets, won’t take no days off
they always say they hear the pain in my tone (my tone)
i’ma buy my niece everything she want (that she want)
make sure my sister good before i’m gone (gone)
i’m sorry momma, i was trappin’ out your home (home)
we all die like we livin’ for no reason (for no reason)
can’t find og, then i pull up to the regents
i’ma f+ck your mouth, if you say that p+ssy bleedin’ (that p+ssy bleedin’)
diamond chokers, that sh+t f+ckin’ with my breathin’ (with my breathin’)
my money was blue, my shoes was red, they say i was set trippin’ (set trippin’)
he made a song, he made a diss, he made it the feds business (made it the feds business)
b+tch say i think i’m all that, maybe the bread did it (maybe that money did it)
he know that dope, he cook good, he had a h+ll kitchen
pour up in the studio the same night i made that song “trophy”
at first i named it “win,” now he gone, the game all over
why the f+ck we buyin’ all these baby bottles and we ain’t got no stroller
don’t jump up in the water if you can’t swim, this sh+t don’t come with floaters
yeah, [?] with that lean, i’ma rush it
gotta be f+ckin’ if you want my number, i don’t take it for nothing
yeah, death row on that chain, you better not touch it (you better not touch it)
too much hate up in the game, where all the love? (where all the love?)
[verse 3: rylo rodriguez]
all my fits sittin’ on the clothes line
[?], don’t come steal mine
in the city, bangin’ with lil’ [?], she call me rockhead
’cause i get them percs and get it stretchin’ like i’m [?]
four runtz sittin’ in a stolen car, and now, i ain’t got no dl (got not dl)
i’m starting on live, we gon’ keep on goin’ like some freewell (like some spinners)
i’ma get you high but, ho, we f+ckin’ on the dl
[?], gave her a tip (yeah), atl (atl)
he call my phone trippin’ ’bout a b+tch, i even think he fell (think he fell)

- nocap rylo rodriguez lyrics

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