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Gucci Mane

Last Night

 

Last Night

(album: Woptober II - 2019)


Sportscenter
EA
1017
Ziggy
Ziggy
(Zaytoven)
Go

Sleeping on the racks last night
And I fucked around and woke up with a crick in my neck
Got so lit last night
Woke up with a butt-naked bitch on my jet
Iced-out baguettes on my chest
Bouldercrest tatted in ink on my flesh
I'm the boss, there's a brick on my desk
Brain so good, yeah, she cheat on her tests
Got so high one night, woke up with a ice-cream cone on my cheek
Last night, dripped so hard court-side, had to cover my butt in my seat
At the Superbowl in my suite
Balling so hard, need cleats
Human highlight like me
And my diamonds all so unique
Heard the alphabet boys still watching me
All this D&G on me and my freak
Versace fork and plate when I eat and sleep
And I don't like to talk, talk cheap
Last night, me and my peeps
Pulled up to the yard three-deep
Hunnid bad bitches like Freaknik
Diamonds dancing on me like yeet
(Iceberg)

Only Saint Laurent or Dolce the feet
Niggas got rich, now I feel I compete
Had to sleep on the floor, now it's court-side seat
I got it scorching, they pay me fifteen just so I rap on they beat (Racks)
Come to one-five, you can get 'em for cheap
Still run through the 6
I got shooters on Morley
My diamonds like water
My Rollie be frosty, it's colder than Boston (Brr)
But he got shot when he reached out
I'm a big iceberg, need a mink
Bitch got curves, she don't mean nothing to me
He got some nerve think he getting it like me
I made a thirty this morning while you was asleep
I did that boy dirty, I shot him from the three
You don't know a young nigga that's rocking like me
Keep a pocket full of motherfucking broccoli
Young G

Let these fish take a swim, aye
Still catch a play by Crim, yeah
Bouldercrest, nigga, we tint, aye
Yay' still jumping out the gyms, yeah
Never, ever lose, just win, aye
Still on the 'Crest, getting it in, yeah
Still selling dope behind tints, aye
Throw the whole thousand on my wrist, yeah
Balling on these niggas, be a player, yeah
Still got the work, brick layer, aye
Real playa from the Himalayas, yeah
Wet, diamonds water like a whale, yeah
Feed the whole brick, ten bale, yeah
You sending work by the mail, aye
Got tired of taking them L's, yeah
Nigga, I'm a Bouldercrest male, aye

done

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