Bloody Night lyrics
Look, uh, woah, woah, let’s talk, nigga
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon’ do somethin’ to me?
Bitch ass nigga, you ain’t tell nigga you don’t wanna do nothin’ with me
Yeah, lookBitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you niggas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all goneI need a nigga who dead
Gon’ lay in your bag, gon’ lose your head, bitch
Them boys you with, thеy scared to light
Turn red, we lеave you dead with it
I’m smokin’, tryna focus
Now I’m called on me, pay her rent
Lil’ posted nigga said that Quando got me tryna solve shit
Been waitin’ your mans, it’s like he ran up, switch ’em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you don’t know, we don’t choose, bitch, I don’t pick
These niggas been tryna steal my style, don’t try see what I’ma come with
But I ain’t got Jason, so they fuck, the engineer ain’t on shit
Shorty, hol’ on, put that pussy on me, want me, I don’t see
How lil’ mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans?
I got plenty hundreds on me, just won’t lean, I don’t smoke weed
And I got a slam just for your slam for who condone meBitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you niggas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all goneYo, illusion life
‘Cause they been trippin’, they can’t wait ’til y’all make a wrong right
And that’s exactly how that shit turn on a better night
Yep, you just don’t know your life, my in it, then next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain’t never been inside that car
Nigga, you just grew around that shit, boy, you a bitch
And all them old ass niggas that you be runnin’
We gon’ end up on some zombie shit from a headshot, when lil’ bro and ’em swanged the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put ’em on my top list
I won’t drop shit ’til I heard that he got blicks (Yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin’ green, know that be my shit
I bossed it all, them foreigns, they drop shit
Get a drop, gon’ show you they gon’ stay in’ who you with
They gon’ stay in the clipBitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you niggas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
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Who is the author of the song Bloody Night?
The song Bloody Night was written by NBA YoungBoy.
- Who sings the song Bloody Night?
The song Bloody Night is performed by NBA YoungBoy.