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We here nigga, we here (Midnight Musik)
All my niggas got my motherfuckin' trust, I'm rolling with them till I'm caught by dust
Promise you all of these hoes gettin' fucked
By all of them niggas I swear it ain't us
Bitch I'm a king in this bitch like Tut
I'm walking through enemy hood untouched
Skeleton rims on side of my truck
I pull in this bitch saying "what is the fuss?"
Pull in this bitch nigga dont even duck
Switches be swinging like hockey no puck
Member them days used to cop me a dub
Walk in the Wawa to cop me some grubs
Walking in Wawa with whole lot of thugs
I do not know you wont sell you no drugs
I do not know you dont ask for my plug
Gone walk away I'm not giving it up
Shawty dont give up the lo, you bugged
Shawty is sleep on the floor, drugged
Vomit on my rug
Bitch my semi ain't tucked, showing that bitch, nigga try your luck
My X got a smiley face
It's finna brighten my mood
It's finna brighten my mood
Why is you biting, my dude?
Mama just told me I'm rude
Huh, pointed right back like you too
Mama don't give me no rules
Ma I'm not going to school
I'm on the block if they call and say not in attendance, I'm doing whatever I do
Sending a blaze at the first nigga caught up pretending
They told that boy "don't ever snooze"
True
True, true
Everything head to my toe that bih True
BM be telling me that it ain't cool
I'm on the L still getting it loose
Gucci, I got that bih too
Brand new blick, I got that bih too (tambout, tambout)
Brand new blick, I pop that bih too
Pop out
Tambout, tambout, hop out
Tambout, tambout (Midnight Musik)
Uh, ah ya bitch
Ha, come with this big body hop out that motherfucker
I got that motherfuckin' choppa wan' aim at your head
And my bitch she keep talking too much, shut the fuck up 'fore I go to your friend
Cop me some Cartier lens, they purple
Tambout some act, but I like the red
All white in a bitch like Rev
Aye lil Ten got foul, call your ref
I want a E-bitch keep her on my left
I want a thirty on me like I'm Steph
I'm in Jersey, make plays with the Jets
I got chicken like curry I'm sayin'
Got a big booty hoe she a mess
Ten on body I feel like I'm Messi
Tint on whip and I feel like the president
Hoe capping on shit, she ain't celibate
I'll fuck on your granny for the hell of it
I done popped a TV I'm depressed and shit
When they toss that pack I catch the bitch
I bring percs to the rave and I'm selling shit
Nigga slide my way I detect the jit
These slugs I got for ahh
These sluts I got for ya ahh
These sluts I got in here bad
My sluts wan' walk round in Saks
I would get her a bag if she sad
On Don in the AM, I'm bad
Mike Jack lil nigga I'm bad
Five racks I'ma throw straight cash
She wont buy my percs hoe said
Gold like Tut nigga came from rags, said I'm the king of this shit
Bitch, tambout, what ya tambout, tambout
Yeah, yeah
Midnight
New York city you listen to me, if you're near a convenience store right now
Any type of 24 hour store, go into the store right now and put your hand in the cash register for no reason