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letra de nights - johnny guazz

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[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse 1: johnny guazz]
(when i) wake up all i gotta do is chase the green
makin’ money just so i can go and live out all my dreams
workin’ double tryna boost up all upon my salary
people call me lazy, but i guess that sh-t don’t bother me

i see a picture people postin’, flexin’ on the ‘gram
that’s too funny bank account don’t even got a grand
spendin’ money on percocet, while they poppin’ xans
i’ll just be chillin’ with the henny you can’t even stand

i made a life i like, i don’t even need you in it
watchin’ from the sidelines, listen while you b-tch
i deserve this sh-t, you deserve nothin’
you ain’t ever gonna get it, you can try again

so close to the rollie, want the one that’s black and white
ice so hard on it, rep’ the way that i live my life
you not gettin’ money, p-ss the store, and look at it twice
i’ll p-ss on your girl, but i guess this not the only time

i see you posted up
out my house you rollin’ up
smokin’ weed ain’t growin’ up
mvp, we goin’ up
mtv, i’m close enough
look like you been throwin’ up
can’t see me, not cold enough
mercedes, we rollin’ off

[chorus: johnny guazz]
found your girl in the lobby actin’ like a fan
up to the top floor, leave that sh-t again
nights like these, no i won’t ever forget
so i count up all my blessings and i thank the man upstairs

[verse 2: johnny guazz]
i live my life, my style better than yours, don’t blame me
it’s like i’m scratchin’ tickets, f-ck, i won the lottery

ain’t no gangs ’round me
talk ’bout gettin’ rowdy
chillin’ at a party
rent a car, ferrari
mix it with bacardi
b-tch, i won’t say sorry
my career so permanent, just write that sh-t in sharpie
ain’t no man can stop me
not even an army
blondie like a barbie
your girl do it sloppy

yeah top it off to the lid
only grey goose mix in
club pay me just to appear
you still payin’ just to come near
i’m still ridin’ out in the benz
travel all different islands
got an nfl defense, while you still interfere
(interfere, interfere, interfere)

you interferin’, i’m fearin’
money went made you a villain
stack up my paper i’m chillin’
sippin’ bombay, that’s just a gin and uh

i don’t give a f-ck (no)
funds are buildin’ up (woah)
see me on covers, one day i’ll even be on g (q)

i’m too pretty, that’s a pretty boy (yeah)
rep my city like i’m biggie boy

yeah you sound like every other rapper, that’s just a repeat
the molly that you takin’ don’t exist, it’s time to retreat
no sh-t you claim you do is real, i guess i need a receipt
your lyrics faker than the words you send out on a tweet tweet

[chorus: johnny guazz]
found your girl in the lobby actin’ like a fan
up to the top floor, leave that sh-t again
nights like these, no i won’t ever forget
so i count up all my blessings and i thank the man upstairs

[bridge: johnny guazz]
the man upstairs
we reppin’ it
i plead the fifth, but i won’t ever forget (won’t ever forget)
no i won’t ever forget
the nights like these, no i won’t ever forget

[verse 3: andrew fontenot]
(yeah, yeah, uh)
you know we winnin’, catch me ridin’ windows tinted
been a minute since we kicked it, i ain’t trippin’ on a mission
young boy, i’m tryna get it, yeah she bad i’m comin’ with it
throw it back and i’ma flip it, rollin’ up we gettin’ lifted (yeah, uh)

me and j, we in the penthouse poppin’ bottles
had to skrrt off in the foreign, put that b-tch in full throttle
know some homies in the a, and they won’t switch up for a dolla’
gettin’ gualla, in the kitchen makin’ cake like betty crocker (yeah, uh)

steady ballin’, yeah that’s all on the regular
tell ya little shorty stop hittin’ up my cellular
gettin’ all the money, best believe it’s on my schedule
puffin’ clouds of gas, i got you thinkin’ it’s a nebula (uh)

they keep fakin’
probably mad, they always hatin’
hockey rink, my diamonds skatin’
chains hangin’ like a painting
y’all keep talkin’ to the pigs, but your boy he gettin’ bacon
your girl look my way, she bangin’
it don’t matter if she taken, yeah

[chorus: johnny guazz]
found your girl in the lobby actin’ like a fan
up to the top floor, leave that sh-t again
nights like these, no i won’t ever forget
so i count up all my blessings and i thank the man upstairs

- johnny guazz

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