Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night To Remember, artist - A$Ton Matthews
Date of issue: 10.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Night To Remember |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Hol' up |
Zipper gang shit |
Hol' up |
You wanna play rough? |
OKAY |
Boy, we was raised from them shoulders |
Turn you to victims or soldiers |
You smell the death 'round the corners |
But baby we used to the odors |
You better pay what you owe us or you’ll be a gift to the Lords |
Ou baby, thugging it costs, summertime, block in the shorts |
I’m 'posed to die tonight, see if they stick to the course |
I get the brrrt from the source |
I put the lock in her jaws |
100's and 50's all over them titties, but please baby keep all the locks off my |
doors |
Dropping a 5 in a liter, drop from the top like she Lita |
She got the throat of a diva and got a face like Aaliyah |
Treat her like I don’t need her, dismissed |
Bending corner, wig shopping, ay |
Put you on a shirt and get a day |
Zipper gang, we pull up, leave a stain |
1Up, 2Up, 3Up, beat the case |
Youngin’s thirsty, lurking for a name |
Close or open casket for the fame |
All depending how you wanna play |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we need all that (yeah, so) |
All that, bitch, you smacked (yeah, so) |
Headshot, face shot, neck shot, all that (yeah, so x2) |
Flatline, you dig? |
(yeah, so x2) |
Well |
I’m 'posed to die tonight |
I’m 'posed to die tonight |
But it look like a night to remember |
But it look like a night to remember |
You already know who the fuck it is man |
You already know who the fuck it be |
Mr. Stop Fucking Playing With Me, man |
Pull up, hop out, take your bitch, get knocked the fuck out |
No type time, I’m on no type time, we on pussy |
Walked in, I looked like the man of the hour |
The one with the pistol, the one with the power |
Your bitch suckin' dick cause her nigga a coward |
Got paid off it all, from the pills to the powder |
Doing business so they hatin' it |
If we want it then we takin' it |
Chalk line, yellow tape and shit |
Smut her out, you probably datin' it |
Got the package and I made it flip |
He got hit, then we arrangin' it |
Shells in faces, we in enragin' it |
Diamonds dance like a Jamaican bitch |
Dirty Whine on the necklace |
DUI, I’m ridin' reckless |
Uh, yeah, she on ya line for the textin' |
And she in my spot for the sex, nigga |
Yeah, So, No |
Gang member, flame sender |
Bad man, mad man |
Red ragging, toe tagging |
Rack stackin', no lackin', nigga |
Keep it bool or else we uppin' toolies |
Clips on clips, it ain’t no fuckin' movie |
Don’t associate with fuckin' goofies |
I’m 'posed to die tonight |
I’m 'posed to die tonight |
But it look like a night to remember |
But it look like a night to remember |