Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Best Night Ever, artist - Wale. Album song Panamera Lifestyle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.12.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Best Night Ever |
Girl, what you grabbing cash for? |
All you need is your passport… |
What you know about this life (. yeah, yeah) |
Just relax baby get high (yeah) |
You’re on your way to the best night ever |
No top on the car (no top, no top) |
We’re out with the stars (yeah) |
You’re on your way to the best night ever |
Bitch, don’t, mess, this, up, for, yourself |
Uhh… yeah, uhh |
Forgetting time, spending several minutes in her eyes |
When in her mind it be feeling different in her thighs |
It’s ill-advised giving hours to another broad |
'Cause what is love if you ain’t discover love at heart |
A nigga thorough, she knew it before I bought her car |
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars |
Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection |
Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven |
And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection |
Love is for optimistics, don’t you try and convince me |
And her body is steaming, how I need it revealing |
Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling |
It’s so hard for civilians, thank God you with a boss |
You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs |
Don’t get too far, just play your part, I’ll break you off |
And one day you’ll get my all, it’s Insha’Allah. |
Wale |
What you know about this life (. yeah, yeah) |
Just relax baby get high (yeah) |
You’re on your way to the best night ever |
No top on the car (no top, no top) |
We’re out with the stars (yeah) |
You’re on your way to the best night ever |
Bitch, don’t, mess, this, up, for, yourself |
Ugh, open your eyes wide riding in the Rolls Royce |
Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy |
Everybody watching while you touching real money |
I’m only rocking with the niggas that’ll kill for me |
My hood bitches even got them rocking heels for me |
All the jewels on, got about a mil on me |
They the strippers but the bitches want to feel on me |
Third bottle, feeling like they slipped the pill on me |
These niggas snitching, catch a case and cut a deal on me |
So fuck a song, writing poems for the real homies |
One life to live but they all doing life bids |
Everybody coming home deserve a white Benz |
Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind |
Gucci rocking his gold Rollie, I’m rocking mine |
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse |
Until the day I put 100K inside her purse |
What you know about this life (. yeah, yeah) |
Just relax baby get high (yeah) |
You’re on your way to the best night ever |
No top on the car (no top, no top) |
We’re out with the stars (yeah) |
You’re on your way to the best night ever |
Bitch, don’t, mess, this, up, for, yourself |