Singer: NBA YoungBoy
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Song: Bloody Night
NBA YoungBoy - Bloody Night Lyrics (LRC) (02:58-178-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:11.30]Look, uh, woah, woah, let's talk, nigga
[00:14.80]Yeah, yeah, who said they gon' do somethin' to me?
[00:18.20]Bitch ass nigga, you ain't tell nigga you don't wanna do nothin' with me
[00:22.80]Yeah, look
[00:23.30]Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
[00:26.00]Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
[00:28.90]I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
[00:31.60]Police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds
[00:34.80]Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
[00:37.50]Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"
[00:40.40]And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
[00:43.30]Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
[00:46.50]I need a nigga who dead
[00:47.50]Gon' lay in your bag, gon' lose your head, bitch
[00:49.00]Them boys you with, they scared to light
[00:50.60]Turn red, we leave you dead with it
[00:51.80]I'm smokin', tryna focus
[00:53.00]Now I'm called on me, pay her rent
[00:54.60]Lil' posted nigga said that Quando got me tryna solve shit
[00:57.60]Been waitin' your mans, it's like he ran up, switch 'em back with drums in
[01:00.50]Shoot your front door, if you don't know, we don't choose, bitch, I don't pick
[01:03.20]These niggas been tryna steal my style, don't try see what I'ma come with
[01:06.40]But I ain't got Jason, so they fuck, the engineer ain't on shit
[01:09.30]Shorty, hol' on, put that pussy on me, want me, I don't see
[01:12.80]How lil' mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans?
[01:15.70]I got plenty hundreds on me, just won't lean, I don't smoke weed
[01:18.70]And I got a slam just for your slam for who condone me
[01:21.50]Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
[01:24.30]Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
[01:27.40]I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
[01:30.10]Police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds
[01:33.30]Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
[01:35.90]Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"
[01:38.90]And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
[01:41.80]Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
[01:45.30]You'll lose your life
[01:48.60]'Cause they been trippin', they can't wait 'til y'all make a wrong right
[01:51.00]And that's exactly how that shit turn on a better night
[01:53.90]Yep, you just don't know your life might end at the next green light
[01:56.80]I just see inside your eyes that you ain't never been inside that car
[02:00.20]Nigga, you just grew around that shit, boy, ...........
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