nite nite Lyrics by Nettspend
Don’t nobody fuck with that boy
Don’t nobody fuck with that boy
We don’t give a fuck about that boy
She play with my dildo toy
Bloodhead bitch like, ooh
I’ma fuck that bitch gon’ go, yeah
Fuck that bitch gon’ go, yeah
And that’s what I do, yeah
And I do you, ooh
Before it’s just gon’ bite, yeah
And take what I do, do it right, yeah
I’ma do, do it right, yeah
I gon’ do, do, do it right, yeah
I gon’ do, do it right, yeah
I gon’ do, do, do it right, yeah
Blood on my pants, they blue, yeah
You all call Pansy, too, yeah
You got Blanche, too
And we call that boy a dude
FaceTime with my ratchet boo
Drug test, they copy you in food
If you stay in that crib, then you a goon
Hold up, my birthday outside
You gon’ get screwed
You wanna get five-fives?
What you wanna do?
We on the south side, purse feel like heroin
What you, what you, what you wanna do?
What you, what you, what you wanna do?
In that truck, I’ma show you
G-Wagon, new car, walk away
Fall, fall, all of you watch out, you don’t know
They might try to follow you, you got real tears
Fuck, in pink pants, yeah
In pink pants, in pink pants, yeah
Is it real?
Swag, I confess, swag
Is it real?
Swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
Don’t go by that phone with that boy
We don’t give a fuck what that boy
Don’t go by that phone with that boy
We don’t give a fuck what that boy
Don’t go by that phone with that boy
I’ma fuck that bitch gon’ do
Fuck that bitch gon’ do
And that’s do I do
And that do you
But boy, it’s just gon’ bite
And take what I do, do or not
And this is what they gon’ do tonight
I just gon’ do, do, do tonight
I gon’ do, do, do tonight
I gon’ do, do, do, do
Blood on my pants, they blue
You wanna call Pansy, too
You got black shades, too
And we ain’t call that boy a dude
Face time with my ratchet boots
