Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Material Female, artist - Night Lovell. Date of issue: 21.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Material Female |
| Walk down Black Street |
| Drive slow bad bitch in the back seat |
| All gold whole bitch in the bed sheets |
| Never wanna watch from the flow said it must be |
| Takin shots to the seam take it back |
| Thoughts in the snow get lost in the pack |
| Never wanna break that ice on the side of the pack |
| Feel the place outside of the last |
| Bitch you call me |
| Take it back you know me |
| Bitch bet you show me |
| Seen from the light of the view |
| When I climb up nigga wanna tell me that a nigga ain’t told me |
| Snipin from the back |
| See you posted by the pack |
| I take a «fuck it» shot and walk right back |
| I never fuckin lack |
| Take that pill for the shame and the pain |
| When I stay sane, nothin I play the same |
| Let you know that I wanna go back to the place |
| Always wanna think back to same |
| White bitch said I’m a pretty young nigga |
| Down to the flow young silly ass nigga |
| One hit song made a milla ass nigga |
| Say you make that cash, man really dumb nigga? |
| Changin the flow when I’m all black |
| Crawlin on the motherfuckin flow in the back |
| Two-step, four-step, walk to the sound |
| When I claim money nigga then I run to the wreck |
| Bitch drowned in the river, no coat |
| Cold when I shiver and I breathe that note |
| Told you that I wanna stick to the plan |
| That I killed that man and they say I’m from the beach |
| Lay low for the terror |
| Lay low for the terror |
| Lay low for the terror |
| Dress up for the mornin |
| Sit back fuck that warnin |
| Chain slow step to the side for the stone |
| Bitch I told you that I never wanna make a loan |
| I’m grown, nigga never pay shit ain’t cheap |
| Got so high never get no sleep |
| Cash for the last place on the seat |
| Tell a bitch that I never wanna make you keep |
| Oh go away |
| Ten bad bitches all damn day |
| Thinkin with my life so high with the top down low |
| Spot a blue-head bitch that day |
| Come with bags on bags of shots |
| Pop that shit up in that lot |
| End of the night when I wanna go back |
| I change that shit and slowly pack, yeah |