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letra de wild for the night - a$ap rocky

[verse 1]
wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser
ain’t afraid to show it, i’ll expose it if i dress up
riding in that testa…rossa, n-gga catch up
sipping on that syrup ’til i’m messed up like yes sir
so now i’m getting change, people looking at me strange
like n-gga switching lanes, never changed, still the same
we f-ck b-tches, get paper, you f-ck n-ggas on papers
we walk around with lasers, you prolly own some tasers
lame n-ggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
got different hoes, i’m pimping hoes, you could tell by my paystubs
my n-ggas gettin’ right, smokin’ weed with dirty sprite
going wild for the night, f-ck being polite, i’m goin’

[verse 2]
finna wild out for the weekend, me, myself, and i – my three friends
n-gga feeling froggy, then leap in, a$ap n-ggas finna sneak in
middle finger to the critics, me and my n-gga skrillex
you know we finna k!ll it, a$ap we the trillest
you don’t really want that glock boy
you don’t really wanna feel them shots boy
you a b-boy, i’m a block boy, i’m a d boy, i’m a hot boy
six shots got me feelin’ like ‘pac, boy, party all night, sh-t don’t stop, boy
drunk as f-ck and i’m ready to fight
wilding for the night, f-ck being polite, boy

[chorus]
wild for the night, f-ck being polite, i’m going
wild for the night, f-ck being polite, i’m going
wild for the night, f-ck being polite, i’m going
wild for the night, f-ck being polite, i’m going

[verse 3]
it’s the weekend and i’m creeping with my n-ggas
drunk and disrespectful, callin’ women b-tches
i don’t mean no harm but won’t you and your friends
meet us in the cut and we can do the business
god my witness that i only wanna kick it
and your girl just said they with us
so we rolling in them benzes
won’t you pour it up and stop the babysitting
she got drunk as f-ck and swallowed all my kids

[verse 4]
back to the mac, tats on her back
-ss so fat, hit that from the back
when it clap from the back, she clappin’ it back
she flat on her back and it’s back to the trap
f-ck your pack, a$ap where it’s at
f-ck n-gga act, get clap lay flat
f-ck your dreams, leave a punk n-gga dreamin’
then you sleep, and you won’t come back from the nap
benjamin three-stack, it’s a fact, she lives in my lap
on my outkast, daddy fat, b-tches on my sack
and you know them smokin’ b-tches rolling reefer got me open
wildin’ to the morning with my homies, tell ’em where we going

- aap rocky

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