Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Concept Nothing, artist - Night Lovell. Date of issue: 21.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Concept Nothing |
| Bitch name Alyssa, still I’m gone with no swisher |
| Shots of rum in the picture I take the time get me richer |
| Got the thot so intact, dark from ground to the cat |
| Made a bill from the stack this shit got a pill for the back |
| Hit that bitch from the back |
| Say you run with the pack |
| Miss my face with that shit you say that you bring the fuck back |
| Say I’m always so cold, told the story to know |
| In the facts that I say I’m livin' the north of the gold |
| I’m so ashamed don’t run, don’t you run |
| Thinkin' that you’d end this shit from excess to the gun |
| Burning in the light, from the motherfucking sun |
| My ways to the stage don’t you never fucking fund |
| No stats, no practice, stay low, never a shit show |
| Takin stacks for the snow, I take your bitch and she know |
| Movin' fast, through the glass, never take it |
| Niggas talk, never walk and I come back straight to lacing |
| Nab that shit been dead, still you down your fucking head |
| Seen with I go down with thots in the back |
| Dumb ass nigga with the ruger |
| Fuck around and pop ya' |
| No I’m never gonna stop her |
| Cut the power |
| Where you a marker |
| Tell, them, my life, always, down, from, the, crowd |
| Never, will I, make yo, ass, down, for the, town |
| Layin', on the, low, face, down, in the, bay |
| Sippin, gin, never, take, facts, to the, back |
| Let’s go down to my niggas, tell me bitch, don’t sing it |
| Tell me shit but that’s counterfeit |
| Think I’m dumb cause then shit I lit |
| Momma said (four figures) make it big no dealis |
| Walkin' round', no trace of hit, takin' cash from yo dealer’s shit |
| Chip slow for the back show bout' ten mil in 'Lando |
| Paint shit from thot shit you call me Picasso |
| Niggas say that I’m wack though, fuck a bitch in yo' Volvo |
| White meat on my plate though white sheet to my peso |
| Already done, already done |
| Fuck you niggas, I’m already done |
| Already done, I’m already done |
| Fuck you niggas, I’m already done |
| Never shit fun, run with the gun |
| And fuck you niggas, I’m already done |
| Already done, never shit fun |
| Already done… |
| Done |
| Crack house sniffin' in the back though dough |
| Niggas think they should plateau, come back in the same brand coat |
| Try me bitch if you can though, find me slick in a small boat |
| Touch my shit get cut throat, walk by swift with the same note |
| Nigga use a lie, claim you still the guy |
| I fuck you up so quick and take your motherfucking tie |
| Saying you should die, locked up in the sky |
| Restricted to the moves I want to make I never try |