Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild Nights, artist - Problem. Album song S2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.11.2018
Record label: Diamond Lane
Song language: English
Wild Nights |
| What |
| Watch these hoes, they quick to tell you what these bums say |
| Shut your trap, bitch, you messy as a subway |
| Where I’m from, B.S. |
| only end one ways |
| It’s all good 'til that pillow talk turn to gunplay |
| Niggas should feel gay askin' 'bout another man |
| Give you the finger, then I knock you with the other hand |
| Fuck them clicks, fuck them likes, I’m the top rhymin' |
| Long way from Sacks eatin' Top Ramen |
| Just gettin' high, yeah, it’s time to bring them cars out |
| Need to smoke, little decks, pull them cards out |
| You best be ready if you tryna go the war route |
| Everybody get shot, you would think we bought a bar out |
| Baby schooled me, now we zoomin' up Mulholland Drive |
| Look my way, she tried to trip, told her, «Shut up and drive» |
| She knew to listen, other bitches blowin' up my phone |
| She started yellin', told her, «Quick, you better watch your tone» |
| In the car, P don’t argue 'less it’s 'bout the bread |
| Ain’t 'bout shit without the chips, like a county spread |
| Hit your baby momma house, had her spread her legs |
| Bust my nut and then I dip before she make the bed |
| Yeah, I’m a dawg but the Eagle bark |
| butcher but I’ll make 'em tear your meat apart |
| Ferrari swervin', pull up servin' all you garbage cans |
| Hit the stash, one hunnid grand in a target bag |
| We used to play the hill cat, birdie BMW |
| Bottles and free dope’ll have these bitches lovin' you |
| Shipment just came in, active, go pick it up |
| We got the best grey, yeah, they try to skip it up |
| The money good but I’m feelin' funny inside |
| Swear I ain’t been the same since Jen died |
| Since the funeral, I cried like ten times |
| I still ain’t over it, if I could keep it ten dimes |
| Drop my eyes, keep it movin', I got bags to get |
| Smellin' like weed in a boujeest establishments |
| You girl a bop though I didn’t, yeah, I coulda hit her |
| Coke head, you shoulda seen how that sugar hit her |
| Loud pipes, wild nights, shorty, that’s my life |
| I take one 'fore I let you take one for me |
| Shoutout my homie, Gizzle, she’s a fresh ass *bleep* |
| I fuck all the hoes, please save some for me |
| Yeah, it’s all about the money, man, these niggas don’t matter |
| Rich or broke, poor or rich, man, these niggas gon' chatter |
| Baby tryna come up so she lookin' for ladders |
| Beef time, yeah, I swear we put these niggas on platters |
| And eat 'em up |
| Instead of shootin' niggas, yeah, I’d rather beat 'em up |
| 'Cause if we pop, nigga’s gon' tell and we gon' be in cuffs |
| Diamond Lane, we for playin', it’s just me and luck |
| Niggas like us 'cause we been on their song, let’s keep it buck |
| I was livin' in my Honda with my first born |
| Took a tax, it came as me like a good porn |
| Jaylen came then my temper made it change some |
| Studio on Derm, pull my shotty out on day ones |
| Had to let these niggas know I’m on that dumb shit |
| You come in here and disrepect me, I’ma bust this |
| I’ma give it to you raw like a slap, bitch |
| Problem, the one nigga y’all don’t wanna fuck with |
| What |
| P-P-Problem, the one nigga y’all don’t wanna fuck with |
| P-P-Problem, the one nigga y’all don’t wanna fuck with |