lirik lagu yn jay & maricoop – night cap
[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!
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