CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : End the Night Interlude
Turned her to a runner, way to end the night
Met her through the summer, it was feeling right
Just another number but it’s feeling right
Just another number
Caught me in my bag yea I was tripping again
I cannot f**k with the shorty I just f**k then I dip
Popping bottles in a lobby with a couple of tens
In a party with the stars I made a couple of bands
Run with it, yuh, now I’m winning
Going far, hold up wait a motherf**king minute
Witnessing a poet drawing a perfect picture
He a sinner, pour up another cup of liquor
Lit a swisha, almost fell to the drug addiction
Running with a hundred b*t*hes, money to the f**king ceiling
Fill it up
Im getting smacked boy I’m tryna livе it up
Like where’s thе pack? Start to light them b*t*hes up
Like where’s the pack? Boy I’m tryna light them b*t*hes up, let’s go
I just done got me the rhythm I’m getting a bag and I turn it millions
You know I’m really Brazilian
Where you can die in a minute
f**k it I run up the money I got me a bag and now I just be living
You wanna f**k with a demon but you at the bottom, you gotta be kidding
I rhyme but never mind my vision
My nine is right around my kitchen
I honestly couldn’t confine I been vibin wit all of my b*t*hes
I really was just a kid wit big dreams but I now I be living
The life I wanted all in my dreams I’m feeling gifted
My n***a
A swisha
Light the fire and get lit up
I was down and they switch up
I cannot get much realer
I’m surrounded by dealers we run up thousands in minutes
f**ked a b*t*h now she in love, what a way to end the night
Met her through the summer, it was feeling right
Just another number but it’s feeling right
Just another number
Caught me in my bag yea I was tripping again
I cannot f**k with the shorty I just f**k then I dip
Popping bottles in a lobby with a couple of tens
In a party with the stars I made a couple of bands
Run with it, yuh, now I’m winning
Going far, hold up wait a motherf**king minute
Witnessing a poet drawing a perfect picture
He a sinner, pour up another cup of liquor
Lit a swisha, almost fell to the drug addiction
Running with a hundred b*t*hes, money to the f**king ceiling
Fill it up
Im getting smacked boy I’m tryna livе it up
Like where’s thе pack? Start to light them b*t*hes up
Like where’s the pack? Boy I’m tryna light them b*t*hes up, let’s go
I just done got me the rhythm I’m getting a bag and I turn it millions
You know I’m really Brazilian
Where you can die in a minute
f**k it I run up the money I got me a bag and now I just be living
You wanna f**k with a demon but you at the bottom, you gotta be kidding
I rhyme but never mind my vision
My nine is right around my kitchen
I honestly couldn’t confine I been vibin wit all of my b*t*hes
I really was just a kid wit big dreams but I now I be living
The life I wanted all in my dreams I’m feeling gifted
My n***a
A swisha
Light the fire and get lit up
I was down and they switch up
I cannot get much realer
I’m surrounded by dealers we run up thousands in minutes
f**ked a b*t*h now she in love, what a way to end the night
