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letra de night time - ck sula

[verse 1: pharm0]
yea, tell me what you need, tell me what you want
i got money in the back but man i promise not to flaunt
said you a big steppa, when they say the price you lookin lost
said you sorry for the lies but you sorry you got caught
(i love you pharm0)
and i ain’t really tryna talk
have conversations with my mic until a n-gga is on top
said he’ll do better than me, man i really wish you luck
but if he sayin sh-t like that then i think the n-gga sippin wock
[verse 2: ck sula]
party in the night time
party in the night until the sun pull up inside
walking on the ceiling
walking on the ceiling baby i ain’t even high yet
cup of the purple
don’t need no trouble i step over hurdles
mess with my boys and you praying for murder
gas in the benz boy we moving on further
we be out here with the cash
got some racks inside the bag
money longer pockets fat
current king and that’s a fact

[chorus: ck sula]
acting like they ratchet
it’s getting out of fashion
i’m running out of passes
tryna find my mansion
you know that’s where the stash is
i left her in the past tense
they acting like they ratchet
it’s getting out of fashion
i’m running out of passes
i’m tryna find my mansion
you know that’s where the stash is
i left her in the past tense
i left her in the
[verse 3: ck sula & pharm0]
chopping life up every night
walking on the ceiling vibes
see it don’t really matter
mix the addy with the henny time
everybody wasted they be laying on the floor
shawty coming closer d-mn i know she want some more
down a bottle like a shot
feeling ricch like this a box
ain’t no choppa this a glock
n-gga know i own the block
chop a couple years off baby i’m too drunk to care
somebody must have laced it cos i’m soaring through the air
man i’m soaring through the air
got my fingers in her hair
tell me where you wanna go, baby i can take you there
n-ggas mad that they ain’t me, no one said life would be fair
i’m jus tryna make the money and i ain’t trying to share
i’m going up, don’t know if you aware
i spit bars upon bars and you n-ggas can’t compare
that lil boy was talking sh-t, when i pull up he lookin scared
i hope yall know i’m the king, this a throne not a chair

- ck sula

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