Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Night In LA, artist - Krept. Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Song language: English
Last Night In LA |
| I’ma buy a Benz cause that’s what niggas do, you understand me? |
| I’ma smoke weed cause that’s what niggas do |
| I’ma pack a gat cause that’s what niggas do |
| You understand? |
| I’ma get drunk, cause that’s what niggas do |
| I’ve come a long way from flipping an ounce |
| Money hid in the couch |
| Got your chick in the house |
| With my dick in her mouth |
| I’ll bet you’re listening now |
| Police sniffing around |
| Cause I’m big in the north and I’m big in the south |
| Bring my tour to your town, make you sit in the crowd |
| My pockets filled up with pounds |
| Just like my business account |
| Cause I grind like I’m broke, flight to the show |
| Done about five in a row, mind on my dough |
| But I still slide in your hoe like I didn’t know |
| You can get it right off the boat, right from my phone |
| Let me just type in a code, life on the road |
| Go ahead, try it if you want, I bet you won’t |
| And I’ve got a knife in my coat I hide on the low |
| Round here, it’s do or you die, die if you don’t |
| And they talk like they’re here but they’re never in the bits |
| We’ve got it locked from the 7 to the 6 |
| I know I shouldn’t be telling you this shit |
| I know you’re friends but it’s better when you kiss |
| So fuck all the talk, get straight to the action |
| Party in the 6 and I’m drunk in a mansion |
| Canadian girl said she loving my accent |
| I left with your girl but I came with the mandem |
| I go to shows from coast to coast |
| In Novikov, propose a toast |
| I’m known to win, I go for gold |
| She home alone, she phone my phone |
| I’m like her drug, she overdose |
| They know the ends, they know I’m road |
| They know I’m street, they know the code |
| My head’s hot, my shoulders cold |
| I roll with Muj, smoke the doj' |
| Big spliff, roll the roach |
| Slick Rick, Koney Kones |
| Tick tick, Roley’s gold |
| DSTRKT, loads of hoes |
| Mixed with gold Patrón |
| Big tits, show me those |
| Quick dick, drove her home |
| Biscuits, Toblerone |
| Flip bricks? |
| No, you don’t |
| Big whips? |
| No, you’re broke |
| Click click, holy ghost |
| Switch kicks, throw my clothes |
| Calling my name, that’s a real risk |
| I’ve thought about it and I’m still pissed |
| Cause I don’t care if you’re new or a legend |
| You saw what happened to Will Smith |
| I’m the wrong one to start off |
| All they’ve sold is a half oz |
| Now everybody thinks they’re Escobar |
| Looked at my DJ like nah, Cos |
| They’re taking this ting too far, Cos |
| They want the throne but it’s ours, Cos |
| If they want, we can swing it out |
| Just know I’ve got the ting parked off |
| You’re talking tough but you need to stop |
| You don’t put in work, you need a job |
| Look, I ain’t even been on Breakfast Club |
| But they envy when they see the god, oh |
| Can’t talk to me, talk to my PR |
| These dickheads think that they’re cowboys |
| Till they end up in the ER |
| Summertime in my fur coat |
| 7 sides on these dirt roads |
| We went from having scraps to 9s |
| While my big bros went down the church roads |
| (Jesus Christ!) Went from a road yout to a rock star |
| Got bread, now I get Pop-Tarts |
| The ends is fucked and they blame us for it |
| So, you know what? |
| I made a foundation to make up for it |
| (Fuck off!) |
| I know that shit just went over your head as well, man |
| It always does, man |
| I don’t wanna hear these niggas talking about bars anymore, man |
| It’s fucking embarrassing, fucking draw-out |
| You know who runs this shit, man (come on, G!) |
| (Play) Look out for the boy Golden Boy Muj |
| (Dirty) Tally, I see you, my bro (come on, G!) |
| Play Dirty every time (that's all I think about) |
| Oi, Misch, lock that off, man, I’m finished |
| When are you gonna come back to Canada? |
| From the 7 to the 6 baby |
| Come on G!* |