Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Best Night Ever , by - Wale. Song from the album Panamera Lifestyle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |