CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : FRIGHT NIGHT
Ayy, cut that clean
Move mad with the blade like Scream
Leave that b*t*h in the A&E
Pagans keen, they can't even breathe
But they all kids 'cause I move like Chucky
Gyal give ucky, man can't touch me
Man wanna rust on Mr Sheen
Man wanna pop that bean
Candyman wanna ride with the hook
All of the kids them shook
Leave man fiction, lookin' like Pighead
Michael Myers done made man jook
Jook, jook myself like an emo
Can't find the opps like they Nemo
Don't cross the line like a free throw
Man better not check that peephole
LS got the dance on lock
hidin' spots
Man love chat, but they glide on opps
But they don't want smoke on a beat, they're soft
Them man gettin' provided guap
When I hit that beat, it's a violent bop
If I get locked, then I lie to cops
Can't stand them lies, you liars
Freddy and Jason
Man skrrt like I got that mask on, uh
Like, f**k the pagans
Made fire 'cause we f**k with the arson, uh
Won't talk in person
On xanny, but I don't wanna hear it
Clear it, don't even take your spirit
Limit, can you handle this skill it?
Bill it, really get high, no gimmick
Dangerous, man have to flip these lyrics
They say, man have to take these visits
Tay-K's gotta find a golden ticket
I'll show you how this ting get busy
Black skin down
Face got scars, better run from us
Runnin' far with post 'cause I'm lookin' more brown
See man far cause I'm sick of my town
See me down 'cause I'm sick of my house
See me down 'cause I'm drawin' up plans
AVP, come to the dome and I sort that so light
JBC, come make me see
Send my headstone, call my death like CBC
No Reese's Pieces of a girl that sweet
Dead me down if I don't make beats
Dead me down if I run my feet
Dead me down if I don't make heat, yuh, yuh
Some are done, grab the gun
Cara dead on Donald Trump
Gina dead, don't give a f**k
'Mericano, f**k it up
Fly your flag right up your a-
(Ayy, ayy)
Click-clack, call you back
Any busy time to hustle
TikTok 'bouta blow up like Brussels
Wanna go toe-to-toe? So, let's tussle
Got up out the building, gotta get that duffle (Uh)
Think I might be in trouble
If I see the feds, then I hit the rubble
Tryna cut man off by my chinny chin chin
Now, check my stubble
Hold up, wait a f**kin' minute
I'ma take a chance and look, I'm winnin'
You just wanna act like you're oh-so-different
Pu**yboy hoe and they get 6-foot digits, uh, uh
Look at my digits, uh
All of my riches, uh
Look at my b*t*hes, uh, uh
Look at my digits, uh
All of my riches, uh
Look at my b*t*hes, uh, uh
Move mad with the blade like Scream
Leave that b*t*h in the A&E
Pagans keen, they can't even breathe
But they all kids 'cause I move like Chucky
Gyal give ucky, man can't touch me
Man wanna rust on Mr Sheen
Man wanna pop that bean
Candyman wanna ride with the hook
All of the kids them shook
Leave man fiction, lookin' like Pighead
Michael Myers done made man jook
Jook, jook myself like an emo
Can't find the opps like they Nemo
Don't cross the line like a free throw
Man better not check that peephole
LS got the dance on lock
hidin' spots
Man love chat, but they glide on opps
But they don't want smoke on a beat, they're soft
Them man gettin' provided guap
When I hit that beat, it's a violent bop
If I get locked, then I lie to cops
Can't stand them lies, you liars
Freddy and Jason
Man skrrt like I got that mask on, uh
Like, f**k the pagans
Made fire 'cause we f**k with the arson, uh
Won't talk in person
On xanny, but I don't wanna hear it
Clear it, don't even take your spirit
Limit, can you handle this skill it?
Bill it, really get high, no gimmick
Dangerous, man have to flip these lyrics
They say, man have to take these visits
Tay-K's gotta find a golden ticket
I'll show you how this ting get busy
Black skin down
Face got scars, better run from us
Runnin' far with post 'cause I'm lookin' more brown
See man far cause I'm sick of my town
See me down 'cause I'm sick of my house
See me down 'cause I'm drawin' up plans
AVP, come to the dome and I sort that so light
JBC, come make me see
Send my headstone, call my death like CBC
No Reese's Pieces of a girl that sweet
Dead me down if I don't make beats
Dead me down if I run my feet
Dead me down if I don't make heat, yuh, yuh
Some are done, grab the gun
Cara dead on Donald Trump
Gina dead, don't give a f**k
'Mericano, f**k it up
Fly your flag right up your a-
(Ayy, ayy)
Click-clack, call you back
Any busy time to hustle
TikTok 'bouta blow up like Brussels
Wanna go toe-to-toe? So, let's tussle
Got up out the building, gotta get that duffle (Uh)
Think I might be in trouble
If I see the feds, then I hit the rubble
Tryna cut man off by my chinny chin chin
Now, check my stubble
Hold up, wait a f**kin' minute
I'ma take a chance and look, I'm winnin'
You just wanna act like you're oh-so-different
Pu**yboy hoe and they get 6-foot digits, uh, uh
Look at my digits, uh
All of my riches, uh
Look at my b*t*hes, uh, uh
Look at my digits, uh
All of my riches, uh
Look at my b*t*hes, uh, uh
