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letra de concept nothing - night lovell

[intro]
ayy, ayy, uh huh
ayy, yeah, uh

[verse 1]
b-tch name alyssa
still, i’m gone with no swisher
shots of rum in the pitcher
i take the time, get me richer
got the thot so intact
dark from ground to the cat
made a bill from the stack
this sh-t got a pill for the back
hit that b-tch from the back
say you run with the pack
miss my face with that sh-t
you say that you bring the f-ck back
say i’m always so cold
told the story to know
in the facts that i say i live in the north of the gold, ayy, yeah
i’m so ashamed
don’t run, don’t you run
thinking that you’d end this sh-t from excess to the gun
burning in the light, from the motherf-cking sun
my way’s to the stage, don’t you never f-cking fund
no status, no practice
stay low, never a sh-t show
takin’ stacks for the snow
i take your b-tch and she know
movin’ fast through the gl-ss, never take it
n-ggas talk, never walk
and i come straight back to lacing
nab that sh-t, been dead
still you down your f-cking head
seen with stats to the racks
i go down with thots in the back
dumb -ss n-gga with the ruger
f-ck around and pop ya
no, i’m never gonna stop her
cut the power
you a marker
tell them my life always down from the crowd
never will i make yo’ -ss down for the town
layin’ on the low, face down in the bay
sippin’ gin, never take facts to the back
let’s go down to my n-gga’s
tell me, b-tch, don’t sing it
tell me sh-t but that’s counterfeit
think i’m dumb ‘cause then sh-t i lit
momma said four figures
make it big, no dealers
walking ’round, no trace of hit
takin’ cash from yo’ dealer’s sh-t
chip slow for the back show ‘bout ten mil’ in ‘lando
paint sh-t from thot sh-t, you call me pic-sso
n-ggas say that i’m wack though
f-ck a b-tch in yo’ volvo
white meat on my plate though
white sheet to my pencil

[chorus]
already done, f-ck you n-ggas, i’m already done
already done, i’m already done
f-ck you n-ggas, i’m already done
never sh-t fun
run with the gun
and f-ck you n-ggas, i’m already done
already done
never sh-t fun
already done, done

[verse 2]
crackhouse sniffin’ in the back though
c0ke white shoe, sh-t make dough
n-ggas think big, she a plateau
come back in the same brand coat
try me, b-tch, if you can though
find me sl1ck in a small boat
touch my sh-t, get cutthroat
walk by swift with the same note
n-gga, you’s a lie
claim you still the guy
i f-ck you up so quick and take your motherf-cking tie
saying you should die
locked up in the sky
restricted to the moves i want to make, i never try

- night lovell

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