CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Night Cap
(Maricoop)
I mean like what we doin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I mean you, like, you know how I'm tryna play
You know what I'm sayin'?
What you doin' baby? (Damn!)
b*t*h you know I'm tryna f**k where you at?
b*t*h got a big stomach, is you pregnant or are you fat?
I just took a n***a b*t*h in the club is you mad?
I just brought some diamond [?] from way back it was ack
Old school with the [?] on it's a lack
f**k a hunnid, b*t*h, I bend a thousand like a rack
I just waste a [?] on my all-white shoe laces
Ion know these people that I'm seeing, I see new faces
I just bought a crib from Landmaker, got a new basement
b*t*h that ain't no motherf**king drink, can't you taste it?
In the club getting drunk as hell, I bet you wasted
Smoke a n***a like GTA, b*t*h you wasted
Nasty b*t*h fire up a wood I let you face it
Told a bad b*t*h with clothes on "I see u nakеd"
b*t*h don't call my one hotline, call my other phonе
Beat a b*t*h at her parents crib that's her mother home
Beat a in her living room, is yo mother home?
And I bet yo mama prolly... (Yeah)
And I bet yo mama let me f**k
And I bet yo mama let me f**k like yo mama [?]
Play the game in yo mama crib at yo brother room
Beat a n***a ass in the crib that yo brother loose
I can't never love you nasty hoes that's my mother room (Damn!)
Oh you talkin' bout like, like yo momma told you that?
I know a got the whole block slappin, momma showed him that
Know a n***a really in the streets since momma sold him that
Know a n***a got shot, didn't go to the hospitals momma [?] him that
New gun look like briefcase I can't fold the strap
Like my seatbelt ain't click let me hold the strap
You the type of n***a smoke it all and never sold the sack
And the cops took my daddy car he never sold the lack
If I ever took somebody's sh*t, I'd prolly sold back
Tryna see my n***as get ahead got me holdin' back
But I'm good cause if my n***as on, then we on the map
I can lift yo car off the ground like it's on the jack
n***a you ain't got yo own bag you be holdin's stacks
n***a you don't really slide down you be rolling back
Bro knocked down 3 pants like a bowling match
Why you wearing other n***as sh*t, is that a clothing brand?
We at church praying on you [?] so we holdin' hands
I got paper cuts on my fingers, just some holding bands
rock on the East side that's my oldest friend
Make man-man take yo sh*t that's my boldest friend
Beat a n***a ass at the club get to throwing hands
I make it rain in this b*t*h get to throwing bands
Damn
I mean like what we doin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I mean you, like, you know how I'm tryna play
You know what I'm sayin'?
What you doin' baby? (Damn!)
b*t*h you know I'm tryna f**k where you at?
b*t*h got a big stomach, is you pregnant or are you fat?
I just took a n***a b*t*h in the club is you mad?
I just brought some diamond [?] from way back it was ack
Old school with the [?] on it's a lack
f**k a hunnid, b*t*h, I bend a thousand like a rack
I just waste a [?] on my all-white shoe laces
Ion know these people that I'm seeing, I see new faces
I just bought a crib from Landmaker, got a new basement
b*t*h that ain't no motherf**king drink, can't you taste it?
In the club getting drunk as hell, I bet you wasted
Smoke a n***a like GTA, b*t*h you wasted
Nasty b*t*h fire up a wood I let you face it
Told a bad b*t*h with clothes on "I see u nakеd"
b*t*h don't call my one hotline, call my other phonе
Beat a b*t*h at her parents crib that's her mother home
Beat a in her living room, is yo mother home?
And I bet yo mama prolly... (Yeah)
And I bet yo mama let me f**k
And I bet yo mama let me f**k like yo mama [?]
Play the game in yo mama crib at yo brother room
Beat a n***a ass in the crib that yo brother loose
I can't never love you nasty hoes that's my mother room (Damn!)
Oh you talkin' bout like, like yo momma told you that?
I know a got the whole block slappin, momma showed him that
Know a n***a really in the streets since momma sold him that
Know a n***a got shot, didn't go to the hospitals momma [?] him that
New gun look like briefcase I can't fold the strap
Like my seatbelt ain't click let me hold the strap
You the type of n***a smoke it all and never sold the sack
And the cops took my daddy car he never sold the lack
If I ever took somebody's sh*t, I'd prolly sold back
Tryna see my n***as get ahead got me holdin' back
But I'm good cause if my n***as on, then we on the map
I can lift yo car off the ground like it's on the jack
n***a you ain't got yo own bag you be holdin's stacks
n***a you don't really slide down you be rolling back
Bro knocked down 3 pants like a bowling match
Why you wearing other n***as sh*t, is that a clothing brand?
We at church praying on you [?] so we holdin' hands
I got paper cuts on my fingers, just some holding bands
rock on the East side that's my oldest friend
Make man-man take yo sh*t that's my boldest friend
Beat a n***a ass at the club get to throwing hands
I make it rain in this b*t*h get to throwing bands
Damn
