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lirik lagu night cap – yn jay & maricoop

[intro]

(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’?

[verse]
what you doin’ baby? (d*mn!)
b*tch you know i’m tryna f*ck where you at?
b*tch got a big stomach, is you pregnant or are you fat?
i just took a n*gga b*tch 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*ck a hunnid, b*tch, 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 bas*m*nt
b*tch that ain’t no motherf*cking drink, can’t you taste it?
in the club getting drunk as h*ll, i bet you wasted
smoke a n*gga like gta, b*tch you wasted
nasty b*tch fire up a wood i let you face it
told a bad b*tch with clothes on “i see u nakеd”
b*tch don’t call my one hotline, call my other phonе
beat a b*tch 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*ck
and i bet yo mama let me f*ck like yo mama [?]
play the game in yo mama crib at yo brother room
beat a n*gga ass in the crib that yo brother loose
i can’t never love you nasty hoes that’s my mother room (d*mn!)
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*gga really in the streets since momma sold him that
know a n*gga 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 cl!ck let me hold the strap
you the type of n*gga 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*ggas get ahead got me holdin’ back
but i’m good cause if my n*ggas on, then we on the map
i can lift yo car off the ground like it’s on the jack
n*gga you ain’t got yo own bag you be holdin’s stacks
n*gga you don’t really slide down you be rolling back
bro knocked down 3 pants like a bowling match
why you wearing other n*ggas 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*gga ass at the club get to throwing hands
i make it rain in this b*tch get to throwing bands
d*mn!

- yn jay maricoop

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