yung prh – nightdrive lyrics
[intro]
ay, ay, ay, ay
yah yah yah yah, brr
huh? prh, ouu
whoo!
[chorus]
(ayy)
hold it back, ayy (wha?)
that’s a rack, ayy (yea)
take a step, ayy (wha?)
bentley black, ayy (skrrt)
that’s on set, ayy (brr)
smokin’ crack, ayy (huh?)
it’s so fat, ayy
shake that, ayy
hold up! woah! (yah)
keep the money goin’! (goin’, goin’)
steady grind, b-tch, and i never broke! (nope)
f-ck up all them ho’s, and their f-ggot bros (b-tch)
hatin’ on me, you will always lose. (ayy)
g’s talkin’ murder sh-t they never do (no no no)
trappin’ by the stove while you f-ggot broke (broke b)
talkin’ money, fame, cash, cars, ho’s (wealth)
have ’em pull up, have ’em runnin’, go. (shoot)
dolla signs f-ck my mind up (brr)
and i really got no time, get my grind up (brr)
if you wanna get this d-ck, hit my line up (hit it)
but you maybe gotta wait, gotta line up. (yah yah, woah)
[verse]
that’s that d-mn milly rock (skrr)
mix it with that chilli sauce (skrr)
make the cream in the pot
i be always cookin’ up (cook)
and i never take an l (no)
no matter how i fell (wha?)
i just wanna keep it real (real)
talkin’ trash that i feel
shoutout to my day ones, back in old days (days)
they’ve been ridin’ with me, since i started thinkin’ straight (bow)
think it through, got a clue, ain’t no estimatin’
b-tch, go on hatin’ (brr)
one day, you’ll be cravin’
f-ck the nightlife, b-tch, i’m in a night drive (nope)
whip it up, double back, ain’t no nice guy (nonono)
fill her up with the juice, 1-5 times (c-m)
she gon’ swallow my kids, that’s a lifeline. (lifeline)
dollar bills in my louis v wallet (wallet)
do i have the sauce? (wha?) sorry, i ain’t got it (nope)
i’m so rich, bought a d-mn crib without college (b-tch uuh)
f-ck school, b-tch, i don’t ever want it! (nope)
[chorus]
(ayy)
hold it back, ayy (wha?)
that’s a rack, ayy (yea)
take a step, ayy (wha?)
bentley black, ayy (skrrt)
that’s on set, ayy (brr)
smokin’ crack, ayy (huh?)
it’s so fat, ayy
shake that, ayy
hold up! woah! (yah)
keep the money goin’! (goin’, goin’)
steady grind, b-tch, and i never broke! (nope)
f-ck up all them ho’s, and their f-ggot bros (b-tch)
hatin’ on me, you will always lose. (ayy)
g’s talkin’ murder sh-t they never do (no no no)
trappin’ by the stove while you f-ggot broke (broke b)
talkin’ money, fame, cash, cars, ho’s (wealth)
have ’em pull up, have ’em runnin’, go. (shoot)
dolla signs f-ck my mind up (brr)
and i really got no time, get my grind up (brr)
if you wanna get this d-ck, hit my line up (hit it)
but you maybe gotta wait, gotta line up. (yah yah, woah)
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