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young $tut - late nights lyrics

late nights
tryna stay sober
with my boys all we do is ball
you can’t hang with us
you ain’t cool enough
abouta reach the top
i just got a chain
diamonds looking wet
all this rain on me got me feeling cool
wanna be my baby boo
we can play peeka boo

i be counting cash
diamonds wetter than a phosphate
pull up with my vet
i ain’t there yet
she a cutie she brunet
imma catch this sh-t with a net
all you n-gg-s saying sh-t
but i’m up next
ain’t even gotta flex
on the way
abouta get my pay
then i dip
louie all on me
getting green
imma pull up to the scene
make that sh-t a dream
only seventeen
it’s a routine
shooting with my beam
issa red dot
better be me
better see me
she so dreamy
playing tricks likes houdini
need a lamborghini
heard that sh-t quick
might just cop a brick
yeah it got a kick
why you so slick
acting like a snake
i ain’t no snake
that’s a mistake ayyy yeah yeah

for the calm beat:

for all these people
that say young stut
can’t change it up
well f-ck you
how about now
f-ck all these haters
anyone with a talent
just do your sh-t and rise to the top
all these haters are p-ss-es
aiii yeah i’m done let’s go

ayyyy yeah ayyy yeah ayyy yeah ayyy yeah ayyy yeah
bad b-tch argentina
yeah i need a nina ay
yeah i need a nina ay
from dominica with a thick waist
come and give me face
yeah i got a lord in the sky
yeah he gimme faith
imma a eighth
praying till i die
your hoe always lie
i’m tryna fly yeah
i’m tryna fly yeah
till i touch the sky ouuu

i just be running this sh-t
i just be running this sh-t
i just be getting my gaup
i just be getting my gaup
call that hoe a thot
call that hoe a thot
all your n-gg-s gotta flock
all your n-gg-s gotta flock
tell the time with a clock
tell the time with a clock
in my droptop ay
in my droptop ay
come fill it up
come fill it up
gold chain that’s my rope
got your hoe on speed dial
she so fragile
yeah she love chanel ouuu yeah
i just be getting my gaup
i just be getting my gaup

abouta change my flow
all your n-gg-s hoes
why you tryna steal my flow
why your shawty so low
come and get her up
maybe two cups
not enough
why you so rough
why you acting tough
your a bluff
yeah i’m in a rush
your a m-ff
i ain’t need no cuffs
once down i’m up
isssa breakup
yeah i’m pipin up
why you yellow make me throw up
abouta cop a cuban
yeah i’m moving
yeah this b-ss booming

i just be running this sh-t
i just be running this sh-t
i just be getting my gaup
i just be getting my gaup yeahhh

yeahhhh ayyyy
forty my clip
forty my clip

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