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styles p - night shift lyrics

[intro: styles p]
j. carter, what up my g?
s.p the ghost, d-block
yeah!

[verse 1: styles p]
money come, pride’ll go
n-ggas start to snitch, then the honor go
bring my gun everywhere the drama go
homicide, robbery, none of this could bother me
i didn’t make it rapping then this would be a job for me
my n-ggas like the mob for me, shoot for ’em, k!ll for ’em
n-ggas know to count on me, sh-t is dead real for ’em
money come and go, love don’t, it just stay there
n-ggas act up, back up, i’mma spray there
heard they gettin’ money over there, let’s put a k there
i.l.o, polo for the day gear
fatigue in the night time, money in the pipeline
f-ck with s.p., then you wasn’t in your right mind

[verse 2: karolina blue]
late nights, early mornings getting to the bag
this rush hour traffic got me reaching for the mag
some reaching for the dash
catch a n-gga slippin’, and i’m right up on his -ss
n-gga, for the cash the flash from the muzzle be the last thing a n-gga see
you leakin’ all your tea, the color of cranberry hennessey
and i don’t give a f-ck if a n-gga is some kin to me
n-gga, for the cream i put the beam to your newborn
you don’t wanna choose wrong, f-ck is you talkin’?
you done put some shoes on, you knew you couldn’t walk it
it’s a slow death if i introduce the hawk in
and they won’t find a body if i gotta do some talkin’
toetag the body and feed you to the gators, n-gga

- styles p lyrics

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