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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Night Lovell
Night Lovell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shermar Paul
Shermar Paul
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Falco
Falco
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walk down Black Street, drive slow, bad bitch in the back seat
All gold, whole bitch in the bed sheets
Never wanna watch from the flow, said it must be
Takin' shots to the seam, take it back
Thoughts in the snow, get lost in the pack
Never wanna break that ice on the side of the pack
Feel the place outside of the last
[Verse 2]
Bitch, you call me, take it back you know me
Bitch, bet you show me, seen from the light of the view
When I climb up, ****, wanna tell me that a **** ain't told me
Snipin' from the back, see you posted by the pack
I take a fuck it shot and walk right back
I never fuckin' lack
[Verse 3]
Take that pill for the shame and the pain
When I stay sane, nothin' I play the same
Let you know that I wanna go back to the place
Always wanna think back to same
[Verse 4]
White bitch said I'm a clean young ****
Down to the flow, young silly ass ****
One hit song made a milli, ass ****
Say you make that cash, man really dumb, ****
[Verse 5]
Changin' the flow when I'm all black
Crawlin' on the motherfuckin' flow in the back
Two-step, four-step, rock to the sound
When I claim money, ****, then I run to the wreck
[Verse 6]
Bitch drowned in the river, no coat
Cold when I shiver and I breathe that note
Told you that I wanna stick to the plan
That I killed that man and they say I'm form the beach
Lay low for the terror
Lay low for the terror
Lay low for the terror
[Verse 7]
Dress up for the mornin', sit back, fuck that warnin'
Chain slow step to the side for the stone
Bitch, I told you that I never wanna make a loan
I'm grown, ****, never pay shit ain't cheap
Got so high, never get no sleep
[Verse 8]
Cash for the last place on the seat
Tell a bitch that I never wanna make you keep
Oh, go away, ten bad bitches all damn day
Thinkin' with my life so high with the top down low
Spot a blue-head bitch that day
Goin' with bags on bags of shots
Pop that shit up in that lot
End of the night when I wanna go back
I change that shit and slowly pack, yeah
Written by: Shermar Paul
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