Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hell Of A Night , by - ScHoolboy Q. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hell Of A Night |
| Get up out your seat |
| You can have my drink |
| Let me see you dance |
| Get up off your feet |
| You can be my freak |
| Let me see you jam |
| When the sun falls |
| Then the moon lights |
| Might be a hell of a night |
| Go, go, go, go… |
| Get up out your seat |
| You can have my drink |
| Let me see you dance |
| Get up off your feet |
| You can be my freak |
| Let me see you jam |
| When the sun falls |
| Then the moon lights |
| Might be a hell of a night |
| Go, go, go, go… |
| Shit’s real and I just begun |
| So many ladies wanna share my tongue |
| Uh, man this life of mine |
| Me in the lead being pressed for time |
| See the bottom, gon' pop |
| Then my record gon' spin |
| Then them hoes gon' jock |
| Ain’t no telling how my night might end |
| Night life in the bright lights |
| Uh, swagging hard in my Concords |
| You at the bottom, we the Top Dawgs |
| We get high as them elevators |
| Take a sip with me |
| Now move your hips with me |
| Now make it dip for me |
| Now will you ride for me? |
| Will you die for me? |
| WIll you jump off a cliff and hit the sky with me? |
| Uh, ménage á troìs, four titties, no bras and no flaws |
| You, me, and her ball with no drawers |
| Get high with a God I am no star |
| Feeling good, all this money on my bank card |
| 10 grand in my pocket, nigga, all ours |
| Porsche Panorama, uh, yeah, four doors |
| Pedal to the floor, ain’t that what it’s made for? |
| I ain’t running if the world stops |
| Said I ain’t minding if the world stops |
| We been living up in Hell’s shop |
| We been living up in Hell’s shop |
| So I’m a live it to the top notch |
| I’m a live to the top notch |
| I ain’t running if the world stops |
| Said I ain’t minding if the world stops |
| We been living up in Hell’s shop |
| We been living up in Hell’s shop |
| So I’m a live it to the top notch |
| Fuck with me |
| Uh, got the whole world tryna figure out Q |
| You can never find a nigga do what I do |
| TDE, I’m the nigga from the crew |
| Hit it one time, now she wants round two |
| Ghetto chick, but I love them bamboos |
| No lean, but I chopped and screwed |
| She ain’t the groupie type but I had to |
| Champagne pop, I’m about that life |
| Molly gon' pop, I’m about that life |
| Backwood toke, I’m about that life |
| Living good, might not remember this night |
| World might end, so I’m living my life |
| Fuck hanging out, I ain’t tryna fly kites |
| Tryna go to Paris? |
| Nigga hit me on the Skype |
| Tryna do a show? |
| Nigga twenty for the hype |
| Uh, don’t touch me, bitch, I’m famous |
| Tryna ball, then bang your fingers… |
| Living large, I’m an entertainer |
| So cold but I come with flamers |
| First sex, she up in my closet |
| Whips drawers while I top the paws… |
| Girl let me see you stop and pause it |
| Fuck around, might pay your mortage |