| Yeah, uh oh, y’all know
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| Free, Statik Selek'
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| We in the building
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| Like we always do it around this time
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| Uh huh, uh, uh, let’s go
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| Freezer, squeeze Nina, make you check like cheetah
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| Tote a very long heater (uh huh)
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| 100 G’s in my carry on
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| After my niggas' bury y’all, I’m laughin like hyena (haha)
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| We are, around the world like Boeing
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| Jets, my sex is the shit
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| My dick’s like, Boa Constrictor, hit your sister (uh)
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| With the snake, then I make her carry weight, wait! |
| (uh huh)
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| Know all my niggas can relate (that's right)
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| All my niggas that be movin the white, move it at night (yeah)
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| Get it to them smokers that’s abusin the pipe (uh huh)
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| We be doin it and doin it and doin it right (uh huh)
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| Diss me, dump tools, lose your roof on the mic (roof on the mic)
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| These other rap niggas is fools but I’m the truth on the mic (truth on the mic)
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| Me and Selek' Statik, we’re back at it
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| Tote fully 'matic ratchets, clap ya on sight (yeah)
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| — 2X — w/ Red Cafe ad libs
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| Under the radar, they ain’t seein us (yeah)
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| But they gon' see it when we double up (double up)
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| We movin like a thief in the night (like a thief in the night)
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| We the type of people that move in the night (night)
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| Double XL in a black SL
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| Late night smellin like wired cell
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| Now where the hoes at? |
| We live as hell
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| Got bottles on deck, whole box of L’s
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| Light up! |
| Shake down affair, Cafe invasion
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| Dressed for the occasion (yep)
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| Stayed strapped so I hit the club wiser (uh huh)
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| Be freshly brewed, Budweiser (what up?)
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| Graveyard shift on my Avon shit
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| Barksdale, don’t let the AR spit
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| One eye open
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| Cafe wake 'em up when y’all dozin, I be the chosen
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| When I talk niggas listen
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| If I ain’t on the block, shit I’m in the kitchen
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| Makin tea bags and all, not Lipton
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| Believe I’m scorin, even when I’m tourin, it’s movin (movin)
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| Uh, hit 'em no hat, bare back, bare pus' (yeah)
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| Psyche I’m kiddin all my women know I strap up (strap up)
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| Roll back to the sacks, smokin sacks
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| And acts and bents with my sidekicks, rockin fly kicks
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| Hunnies want a check but all I wanna know
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| Is them bitches down to go and is they swallowin for sho' (uh huh, yeah)
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| Uh and if them bitches can’t leave
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| There’s some rooms backstage when you swallow at the show (swallow at the show,
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| uh)
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| Gargle it, handle it, vanish it
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| Make it disappear like you swallowin some more (swallowin some more)
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| Add Ros (hey), let’s role play
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| You can be the dirty Latin maid, you my Latin slave (woo!)
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| And I’m the house owner (house owner)
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| But you gotta clean the couches, do the dishes, when you finished,
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| bend that ass over
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| It’s a Naughty America
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| And these bitches, freakin, fuckin, strippin, suckin for the math (yeah)
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| — w/ sample playing until the end |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Night People , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album 100 Proof (The Hangover) - The Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп