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lirik lagu night shot – deala

[deala & hook]

intro:

whassup, man, where’s my f*ckin’ money?
i don’t know dawg
you ain’t my dawg
just wait
i don’t like waitin’ fo’ this sh*t, man, gimmie this sh*t right know
you know who i am?
i don’t give a d*mn who you are, b*tch ass
it’s not all dough, where’s another part, m*th*f*kkka?
gimmie some time
it’ll be bad fo’ your health, b*tch

[deala]

1 verse:

deala is here again, have you felt the pain
this lowlife robbed anotha train, you know what i’m sayin’
so, i just make anotha rap ’bout b*tch who wanna step in the dark
like villain get outta my way thru’ the park
you ain’t my dawg, but you can only bark n this sh*t fo’ shot caller is so hard
when you reach your hut, b*tch in the hood shakes her b*tt n you’re f*cked up
‘cuz you don’t give my money back n it’s night shot (bang)
you know how to deal with mе now
i plan to end my first verse, you anyway will bе cursed by the m*th*f*ckas livin’ on the earth
don’t make me grab your fake glock, ‘cuz i can you stop like the police on the station watchin’ the map
so, i gonna say ’em f*ck n run away after castin’ your stupid ass away at the dumpin’
like i do this sh*t with the pumpin’
2 verse:

i start my 2nd verse, you know i can only imagine this sh*t ’bout your purse
so, i’ll anyway keep fit unlike, you stay on my d*ck n do some sh*t, but i neva’ let you do f*ckin’ dipsy*doodle, ‘cuz after cursin’ you can use d*mn moodle
in blackjack dealas always win, the lyrics of your rap is the worst thing that i’ve ever seen
i neva’ collaborated with real n*ggas
i gonna rap ’bout glock triggers n bad figures like tony montana, if you wanna f*ck with me, i call my white fella
when you don’t know where my f*ckin’ dough is, do the m*th*f*ckin’ striptease fo’ your homies like timothy mcveigh, your fat ass will be kicked on the highway
you won’t see great life near the ocean, ‘cuz i dialin’ real big sidekicks n they’re antisocial, so turn off your f*ckin’ emotion
you should ask me when you come in my house but you’re b*tch ass n you bumpin’ at this sh*t
i plan you’ll be actin’ like a mouse
this f*ckin’ rap ’bout night shot n i say somethin’ ’bout this sh*t fo’ sho’ but if you gimmie my dough back faster, i buy ’64, f*ckin’ pranksta

3 verse:

i drop the next sh*t at the night shot
if you don’t like my rap you should shut up your f*ckin’ mouth, you ain’t real man once you neva’ lived on the south
so, b*tch ass maybe you’re so cool n have a pool
howeva, fo’ me you’re f*ckin’ fool but, though, i don’t give a d*mn, i tell my big homie that i’ve recently met a man n he was satan(haha)
i made a mistake, he was a looser, i gonna get from this b*tch a land*cruiser
i neva’ lived in california but know some hoes from estonia(ya know what i’m sayin’)
you’ll be confused when hear that i neva did the time, so i wasn’t accused n that’s the point, m*th*f*cka
d*e*a*l*e*r created this sh*t fo’ sho’, your fat buddy suckin’ n l!ckin’ f*ckin’ d*cks so far
i’ll always keep fit n makin’ new hit but this stuff is offbeat
if you wanna stay alive you must play poker with me n once you gonna bluff this stuff n take away big pot
it’ll be night shot!

- deala

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