NBA YoungBoy - Bloody Night (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - Bloody Night (en) Lyrics
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Look, uh, woah, woah,
let's talk, nigga
Yeah, yeah, who said they
gon' do somethin' to me?
Bitch ass nigga, you ain't tell nigga
you don't wanna do nothin' with me
Yeah, look
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still
don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag,
she gotta give ass on ass
I'm a solo baby, married baby,
38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me,
so I heard that's why they
had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into
you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell
them bitches "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty
pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help
my diss like, yeah, them all gone
I need a nigga who dead
Gon' lay in your bag, gon'
lose your head, bitch
Them boys you with, they
scared to light
Turn red, we leave you dead with it
I'm smokin', tryna focus
Now I'm called on me, pay her rent
Lil' posted nigga said that Quando
got me tryna solve shit
Been waitin' your mans, it's
like he ran up, switch
'em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you
don't know, we don't choose,
bitch, I don't pick
These niggas been tryna steal
my style, don't try see
what I'ma come with
But I ain't got Jason, so they fuck,
the engineer ain't on shit
Shorty, hol' on, put that pussy
on me, want me, I don't see
How lil' mama done fit all that
ass up in those jeans?
I got plenty hundreds on me, just
won't lean, I don't smoke weed
And I got a slam just for your
slam for who condone me
You'll lose your life
'Cause they been trippin', they can't
wait 'til y'all make a wrong right
And that's exactly how that shit
turn on a better night
Yep, you just don't know your life
might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you
ain't never been inside that car
Nigga, you just grew around that
shit, boy, you a bitch
And all them old ass niggas
that you be runnin'
We gon' end up on some zombie shit
from a headshot, when lil' bro
and 'em swanged the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic?
Gotta put 'em on my top list
I won't drop shit 'til I heard that he
got blicks (Yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin' green,
know that be my shit
I bossed it all, them foreigns,
they drop shit
Get a drop, gon' show you they
gon' stay in' who you with
They gon' stay in the clip
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