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lirik lagu goodnight – chopped and screwed – samad savage

[intro]
bro, i understand life is hard and sh*t
but sh*t, my n*gga, like
you either gone sit there, and take them f*cking punches
or you gone get the f*ck up, and fight the f*ck back

[verse 1]
crumbled up the world in my hand into pieces
so much drip, you would’ve thought that i leaked this*leaked this
thought i was dead, it was all in they head
now a n*gga coming back like jesus
gotta*gotta feed the team, and i’m sure that these crackers got cheese
i believe it’s cheese*itz
n*gga been*n*gga been the wave, got ’em sea sick
now i’m pulling up on your beaches
but i*but i call them women ’cause i ain’t that cold*cold*cold
i ain’t never gave a sheet, switch the flow up
a n*gga been getting his dough up
’cause broke what, i don’t love
i’m living to pick all my bros up
let’s glow up, no hold ups
i figured i’m k!lling you hoes, yup
i been delivering dope stuff
like a drug dealer, but much iller
a clutch spitter, now you stuck with a deluxe n*gga, ku klux k!ller
not a bullet hitting them up
but i spread love, ’til the hate dries up
that’s why you*why you*why you hate my guts

[pre*chorus]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

[chorus]
whoa*woah, goodnight (sleep)
is a n*gga good, what it look like? (sheesh)
doing anything*doing anything that i would like (beast)
grinding*grinding every night for the good life (yee, yee)
whoa*woah, goodnight (sleep)
is a n*gga good, what it look like*like*like*like? (sheesh)
doing anything that i would like (beast)
grinding every night for the good life (yee, yee)
woah*woah*woah

[verse 2]
everybody thought i was deceased, but (freeze up)
now i’m coming back like عيسى*عيسى (jesus)
now i’m coming back like* (jesus*jesus)
now bring on back the beat ’cause i’ma milk the game like some big ol’ double ds, yup
feel it in my veins, like the blood i never bleed, what?
i could never be cut, only handle hot sh*t
what the f*ck’s a tea cup*tea cup?
i handle bars, now i’m riding ’til the cycle break
i might go make an idol shake
my vital trait’s a tidal wave
i’m isolated by the way, i hide away
’til i create the final stage where i negate
the constant hate, i’m sorry wait
get to a kind of pace the brain don’t know how to take
i’m trynna slay illiterate pounds of waste
non*creative haters cannot equate
it’s bombs away, the second they try to face
i won’t let them operate
they’ll find the fate is for me to dominate
i need you to concentrate (w*woah)
let me know when i’ma stop putting these beats in the burial
i was way too down bad, i was very broke
n*gga was bored, so he flipped like a varial*varial
scary hoe, so much material
’cause i heard from both sides like it’s stereo
tryna copy my vibe like it’s karaoke
man of the house, i can carry yo keys
please, i*i*i*i*i don’t think you understand
i could never starve myself depending on another man
i could be broke one day, on the other hand
disloyal rockstar, i’ma make another band*band*band
my appeal popping and i’m fresh, no tic tac
bars hard, feel it in your stomach* that’s a six pack
all my n*ggas really made it happen, y’all just chit chat
had to show my ass, and while it’s out, you can kiss that

[pre*chorus]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

[outro]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

- samad savage

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