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letra de nights - kid caprio

(verse 1)
look at these b-tches they woke
i put a clip with a scope
i’m off the hip with the smoke
now they be all my on d-ck
cause i finally be getting that sh-t
that they get that they won’t
i’m on a boat and these hoes tripping
my homie we dipping
i got you lil bro
don’t need no flipping
you know that we kicking
if you wanna sip and that sh-t’ll get poured
we on the road
i don’t got time
get off my d-ck and then get on your grind
lit off a brick and a l!ck
wit a stick and a whip
trynna dip while i’m gripping that 9
b-tches be lying
critics be hating
but i don’t let that sh-t stick to my mind
cause i be throwing that sh-t like i’m payton
i know it wasn’t fate and it wasn’t a sign
i was in linе getting my lunch
when i thought sh-t maybe i could just rhymе
i had been flunking all my sh-t for months
and i thought up in school wasn’t sh-t i could find
i was just blind or maybe i wasn’t
i worked for my cousin so i could get mine
and then i was buzzing and then i just wasn’t
but homie i’ve found that that wasn’t my prime
now i can shine
now i can say
everything finally moved out of my way
now i could get a designer like ye
now i be spitting and writing a play
i’m in the bay grinding like stephen
go right to my left ain’t no sliding to klay
ride to my to death
ain’t no riding in theft
so in spite of my breath they be hiding afraid
i been the wave
(bridge)
all day
all night

all day
all night

(chorus)
nightly
woah
i need smoke
pour up drank
i be slow
roll up dank
i need mo
that’s like me though
that’s like me though

(verse 2)
f-cking some b-tches i’m harder than
i don’t even f-ck with the stitches
because that sh-t itches but this is my cardigan
and i started them they be sucking my d-ck
and i’m sick of the tricking and bargaining
but they seem to forget that i’m all on my sh-t
so i’m quicker and sl!cker and smarter than
i remember another december
i had to defend i pretend that i talk on the phone
now when i’m off the gin i be coughing up phlegm
but i still got a lock on the throne
all this sh-t off a pen but i gotta repent
off the hen when i’m walking at home
cause thought it was them
and the clock hitting ten
ill be when gone with the wind
when i’m on the patron
tell me how these motherf-ckers
never even really thought i try to get a house
now they looking at the sh-t i bought
and hoe be on my wallet
i been solid you could never even follow the accounts
and whatever you can call it i be living and i’m balling
i be tripping when i’m stalling i been brought up on an ounce meaning this ain’t even wylin i been with my homie kyle and
i’m about to tell the pilot how to fly in when i bounce
high in the amounts
b-tches ain’t this
flying in the clouds and i really can’t miss
crying in her blouse f-cking with the same b-tch
homie i been running round trynna get chain switched not
i ain’t f-ck with the sound y’all spit a lame pitch
sh-t spit about a pound that sh-t the language
we be really getting loud i’m lit in cambridge
you ain’t really getting down i’m getting plain rich
(bridge)
all day
all night

all day
all night

(chorus)
nightly
woah
i need smoke
pour up drank
i be slow
roll up dank
i need mo
that’s like me though
that’s like me though

(outro)
ooooo
you were all i knew
baby
ooooo

- kid caprio

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