Bloody Night Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy
Singer: NBA YoungBoy
Title: Bloody Night
Look, uh, woah, woah, let’s talk, n#gg#
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon’ do somethin’ to me?
b#tch #ss n#gg#, you ain’t tell n#gg# you don’t wanna do nothin’ with me
Yeah, look
b#tch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my b#tch a Prada bag, she gotta give #ss on #ss
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, n#gg#, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you n#gg#s, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b#tches “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
I need a n#gg# who dead
Gon’ lay in your bag, gon’ lose your head, b#tch
Them boys you with, they scared to light
Turn red, we leave you dead with it
I’m smokin’, tryna focus
Now I’m called on me, pay her rent
Lil’ posted n#gg# said that Quando got me tryna solve sh#t
Been waitin’ your mans, it’s like he ran up, switch ’em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you don’t know, we don’t choose, b#tch, I don’t pick
These n#gg#s been tryna steal my style, don’t try see what I’ma come with
But I ain’t got Jason, so they f#ck, the engineer ain’t on sh#t
Shorty, hol’ on, put that p#ss# on me, want me, I don’t see
How lil’ mama done fit all that #ss up in those jeans?
I got plenty hundreds on me, just won’t lean, I don’t smoke weed
And I got a slam just for your slam for who condone me
b#tch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my b#tch a Prada bag, she gotta give #ss on #ss
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, n#gg#, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you n#gg#s, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b#tches “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
You’ll lose your life
‘Cause they been trippin’, they can’t wait ’til y’all make a wrong right
And that’s exactly how that sh#t turn on a better night
Yep, you just don’t know your life might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain’t never been inside that car
n#gg#, you just grew around that sh#t, boy, you a b#tch
And all them old #ss n#gg#s that you be runnin’
We gon’ end up on some zombie sh#t from a headshot, when lil’ bro and ’em swanged the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put ’em on my top list
I won’t drop sh#t ’til I heard that he got blicks (Yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin’ green, know that be my sh#t
I bossed it all, them foreigns, they drop sh#t
Get a drop, gon’ show you they gon’ stay in’ who you with
They gon’ stay in the clip
b#tch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my b#tch a Prada bag, she gotta give #ss on #ss
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, n#gg#, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you n#gg#s, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b#tches “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
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