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King Los

Good Night

 

Good Night

(альбом: Worth The Wait - 2011)


[Hook:]
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
I was born broke but I'm a rich nigga
So it's night night to them bitch niggas
Glock small but the clip bigger,
Got 30 shots for them snitch niggas
Roll with who I grow with
It's over with when that stove lit
Ditch the low we need mo' bricks
Then we switch the hoes and take mo' trips
Mo licks equals mo chips, so young yes so rich
Go get who you wanna get
Jus don't bullshit when that 4 spit
Bus a nuts in that hoe bitch
She pop a pill and take the whole dick
Me and her left the dealership never tell who I'm rollin with
I'm DC northeast tatted hoe
Lots of money you can add it hoe
Place the dick with them pussy lips
Put it to sleep and you can have the hoe
Ride with Los and a older smoke
Backseat full of heat you think beef is sweet
East street may sb but I keep me a killer from southeast
Ride out never hide out that 4-5 take eyes out
You pay the plug with the pies out
Police behind you when you ride out
You hot nigga jus stop nigga
Never try to shop no block nigga
You should move n kill your goons
And try to find a new spot nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Skarr Akbar]
Look,
They tell me that my existence of scriptures hasnt been written
If there's a cure for being terrific I overdosed on that prescription
I am so determined like a german in the trenches
No nazi, jus aki, I'm blessed to be this gifted
I'm so optimistic my pivot changes postions
Went from standin in the distance n now I'm so close sittin
Picasso could'ntpaint a picture this vivid
Draw my feet in giant shoes and walked till I could fit em
What have you come to witness is a fighter in great fitness
Who broke all baracades and hopped the tallest fences
What I write in my composition will conquer all competition
Yes my theory and logic got mixed in with comprehension
I'm relentless I share no forgivness
God forgives and I don't, see you will and I won't
Real as a speculation anger mixed with your hatred
That's planted a mental tumor and admiration of greatness
Ammunations outrageous the animositys ageless
Animal instinct becomes annual and contagious
Hate me because I made it, love me because I didn't
Kill me for being real and applaud me because I finish
Pull me because I'm winnin, or diss me because I'm distint
Because I am the difference of talent I'm cold gifted
Maybe I'm jus the sickest unorthodox when I write
So I low to bed mourn and so long to my goodnight

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Los]
Yo when son black out the sun black out
When I go in I don't come back out
I'm too cold to exist I could sun the moon
Then moon the sun solar eclipse I,
Dismissin the meannest niggas in a minutes time
Dispensin the sickest venom from a killers mind
Catch a body on the track like a marathon
Run and stumble then my fuckin arms at the finish line
They call me mr take another nigga bitch and break her
Penetrate her then eliminate her jus to get the paper
If peter piper picked a pepper than she better pay the piper
If I pipe her I could pimp her or sophisticate her
You bring her down but my swag on elevator
She jus wanna get down cause I elevate her
Damn homie what you squaking about cause I'm all in your spouse
While you on the couch staring at the wall in your house
Ye she love to hum my songs
Cause she only listen to em when my balls in her mouth
Ouch, what type of G am I, rappers o.d, tmi
Well tell your bm don't dm me, cause I'm in a bm, epmd
She d'in me and said G you fly, you drive me crazy like a dui
Skarr scoop me up and we flew bye
Trel came through with atleast two guys
You gon run this G with my G's to ma
Nuttin but a G up in these 2 eyes
Guess that's the penalty to be too fly
Bitch niggas don't wanna see you fly
Laugh now cry later when I squeeze you lot
And I won't stop hittin till I see you die, GOODNIGHT

The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys

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