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letra de late nights - blocka (uk)

[hook]
it’s late nights and them early mornings
i was on the strip while these pr-cks are snoring
one stop shop, man we get it all in
cats keep calling cause they want a snorting
ever made two on a slow night?
might just collapse but he’s telling me he’s alright
i’m in the yard bagging weight, takes me all night
i don’t believe your favourite rapper, man it’s all lies

[verse 1]
supposed to be my peace, you’re just giving me some more stress
in the bando, i’m just tryna use my force less
there’s a saying, never sh-t on your own doorstep
cats want a tick, i don’t tick like a rolex
me, i get happy when the pack lands
me and max in the bimma talking bout some trap plans
hitting shots main road so we slap hands
archie and brad’s pushing weight into fat grams
never hit a l!ck, man i’m tired of your sh-t
always talking on the net, on my life you’re a b-tch
if i gave you a stick and you aimed at my wig
i’d laugh in your face then i’d tape off your strip
he thinks i’m a runner, told him “b-tch i’m a boss”
put man on and i can turn man off
what you know about spots? breaking down rocks?
they want me like four nines, inside a box
fam weren’t home, i turned the crib into a trap
running off the strip just to go and make a stack
it was fifa 25, man i came up off them packs
pedal bike shifts just to go and make that cash
[hook]
it’s late nights and them early mornings
i was on the strip while these pr-cks are snoring
one stop shop, man we get it all in
cats keep calling cause they want a snorting
ever made two on a slow night?
might just collapse but he’s telling me he’s alright
i’m in the yard bagging weight, takes me all night
i don’t believe your favourite rapper, man it’s all lies

[verse 2]
man will ride to your ends
man are rising and firing the skengs, aim it at them
his b-tch boys chatting all this wass on the net
if i buck him on the roads, blow his brain out his head
i’ve got dons that wanna put me on a t-shirt
it’s on sight, i ain’t scared to go and squeeze first
if he’s bad, tell him “take me to the streets cuz”
i’ve got youngers that’ll squeeze if i beef ya
baby i’m making money with my eyes closed
make it look easy when i’m snapping on my iphone
ten minutes later, that’s a z of some light gone
if she’s snapping back then you know she ain’t my one
my last plug got tired from my work rate
had to switch it up and get in cake like my birthday
push yola, buj and that weed out
for the cali i’ve gotta change the weed route
why? cause i keep getting seized
what i lost in a week, it’s a rs3
no cap on the beat, old facts for the streets
we get paid in cash, no tax receipt
[hook]
it’s late nights and them early mornings
i was on the strip while these pr-cks are snoring
one stop shop, man we get it all in
cats keep calling cause they want a snorting
ever made two on a slow night?
might just collapse but he’s telling me he’s alright
i’m in the yard bagging weight, takes me all night
i don’t believe your favourite rapper, man it’s all lies

- blocka uk

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