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letra de goodnight - chopped and screwed - samad savage

[intro]
bro, i understand life is hard and sh-t
but sh-t, my n-gga, like
you either gone sit there, and take them f-cking punches
or you gone get the f-ck up, and fight the f-ck back

[verse 1]
crumbled up the world in my hand into pieces
so much drip, you would’ve thought that i leaked this-leaked this
thought i was dead, it was all in they head
now a n-gga coming back like jesus
gotta-gotta feed the team, and i’m sure that these crackers got cheese
i believe it’s cheese-itz
n-gga been-n-gga been the wave, got ’em sea sick
now i’m pulling up on your beaches
but i-but i call them women ’cause i ain’t that cold-cold-cold
i ain’t never gave a sheet, switch the flow up
a n-gga been getting his dough up
’cause broke what, i don’t love
i’m living to pick all my bros up
let’s glow up, no hold ups
i figured i’m k!lling you hoes, yup
i been delivering dope stuff
like a drug dealer, but much iller
a clutch spitter, now you stuck with a deluxe n-gga, ku klux k!ller
not a bullet hitting them up
but i spread love, ’til the hate dries up
that’s why you-why you-why you hate my guts

[pre-chorus]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

[chorus]
whoa-woah, goodnight (sleep)
is a n-gga good, what it look like? (sheesh)
doing anything-doing anything that i would like (beast)
grinding-grinding every night for the good life (yee, yee)
whoa-woah, goodnight (sleep)
is a n-gga good, what it look like-like-like-like? (sheesh)
doing anything that i would like (beast)
grinding every night for the good life (yee, yee)
woah-woah-woah

[verse 2]
everybody thought i was deceased, but (freeze up)
now i’m coming back like عيسى-عيسى (jesus)
now i’m coming back like- (jesus-jesus)
now bring on back the beat ’cause i’ma milk the game like some big ol’ double ds, yup
feel it in my veins, like the blood i never bleed, what?
i could never be cut, only handle hot sh-t
what the f-ck’s a tea cup-tea cup?
i handle bars, now i’m riding ’til the cycle break
i might go make an idol shake
my vital trait’s a tidal wave
i’m isolated by the way, i hide away
’til i create the final stage where i negate
the constant hate, i’m sorry wait
get to a kind of pace the brain don’t know how to take
i’m trynna slay illiterate pounds of waste
non-creative haters cannot equate
it’s bombs away, the second they try to face
i won’t let them operate
they’ll find the fate is for me to dominate
i need you to concentrate (w-woah)
let me know when i’ma stop putting these beats in the burial
i was way too down bad, i was very broke
n-gga was bored, so he flipped like a varial-varial
scary hoe, so much material
’cause i heard from both sides like it’s stereo
tryna copy my vibe like it’s karaoke
man of the house, i can carry yo keys
please, i-i-i-i-i don’t think you understand
i could never starve myself depending on another man
i could be broke one day, on the other hand
disloyal rockstar, i’ma make another band-band-band
my appeal popping and i’m fresh, no tic tac
bars hard, feel it in your stomach- that’s a six pack
all my n-ggas really made it happen, y’all just chit chat
had to show my ass, and while it’s out, you can kiss that

[pre-chorus]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

[outro]
(woo, whoa)
skoodwidit
(whoa, whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(whoa)
ishkood, ishkood
(woo, whoa, whoa)

- samad savage

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