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letra de late night activities - nikshoww

(hook) –
they tryna k!ll my swag, i’m levels ahead and they cannot compare
i step in the room with designer the shoes
i walk in that b-tch and they stare
my swag, it’s right down to my feet
she beggin’ on her knees
i like to get high on the weed, way too high, vision impaired
i’m gettin’ so rich, i don’t know how to handle it
i’m f-ckin’ up my money so much, handle it with care
all these late nights with my glock and my racks, that’s all i could bare
you thinkin’ you got someone better you must be r-t-rded, i’m rare

(verse 1) –
i go to sleep, yeah
dreamin’ about my racks
i call thе plug while she naggin’ on me, tryna gеt inside my pants
my diamonds they hit like mike tyson
when i’m done with her, she gon’ need a cast
i take a percocet, she wasn’t lookin
it was the first, won’t be the last
i link up with the plug
we do the transaction, i only do cashapp
man it’s like one in the morning but i’m tryna get high until i might pass out
i might just cop some more diamonds to match my attire
hit the bank and i cash out
i just might link with your shawty at two in morning, i’m blowin’ her back out
i pull up in that black in that all black benz
you can’t ride in this
i just f-cked my numbers up again
you can’t side with this
i just shot my opps inside they shin
now he walk with limps
you too broke, you can’t afford your rent
can’t imagine this
i roll up some sh-t that you cannot afford
i smoke til’ i’m high and i’m touchin’ the sun
when i’m in the booth it’s like i be a torch
i carry that fire, these rappers should run
unloadin’ the glock on anybody that’s tryna stop me
my guy is you dumb?
my hobby is k!llin’ these beats and k!llin’ my opps
yeah, i really do this for fun, for fun
(hook) –
they tryna k!ll my swag, i’m levels ahead and they cannot compare
i step in the room with designer the shoes
i walk in that b-tch and they stare
my swag, it’s right down to my feet
she beggin’ on her knees
i like to get high on the weed, way too high, vision impaired
i’m gettin’ so rich, i don’t know how to handle it
i’m f-ckin’ up my money so much, handle it with care
all these late nights with my glock and my racks, that’s all i could bare
you thinkin’ you got someone better you must be r-t-rded, i’m rare

(verse 2) –
i just woke up from my sleep and i’m ready to f-ck up some commas and get my d-ck sucked
my night was so wild, i’m drinkin’ too much but i cannot lack ‘cause i know i’m the one
i roll up to your momma crib, she treat me like a step-son
i give her some rounds then i go on the run, i’ll give her assurance that i am not done, uh, yeah

- nikshoww

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