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Night Lovell - Deira City Centre / GTR Showtime
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Credits

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

Lyrics

Trippin' on back from the last say summer (yeah) Never tell a pack that I never stay runnin' (yeah) Sippin' on facts, damn know I got stacks In the lab, takin' bitches straight for another cat Make shit when I never had shit (yeah) Bitch, move, make your motherfuckin' head split (yeah) Cost to the lost, never really gon' pay shit (ayy) Tell me never really gon' chase it (yeah) Dreams to the play, no fake Hands to the way, niggas know I ain't play (ain't play) Fast to the brake when I switch all day (yeah) Stans when I press to the damn arcade (yeah) Stickin' up signs, read "Never mind me" (mind me) Point to the ground, stake down to the feet Stay, please stay, bitch, you got no key (no key) Never take a seat, bitch, you never gon' see (gon' see) Play with the cake when I run along back (yeah) Change when I say that I stay with the MAC (yeah) Fake what the niggas coming back to the rack Late to the game that I watch no pack Walk straight through, don't ask, don't shoot Run real soon, no cash, no loot Dreams fall short, no time, never knew (yeah) Never no rules, nigga, never no shoes See no fued and take never stock (yeah) Got no tries on the goddamn block (block) Niggas think big, but you still a mall cop (cop) Limited rigs, never fuck with the top (yeah) Hands all free as I walk through sea (yeah) Eyes on me, bitch, can't you see? Tell 'em that light still lasts if you need Stack up bags for the gas, for the weed Yeah (yeah, yeah) Stack up bags for the gas, for the weed Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Stack up bags for the gas, for the weed Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Bags for the gas, for the weed Yeah, yeah, yeah, yah Takin' my life, thinkin' it's right (yeah) Switch in the midst and the point to the type (yeah) Watchin' the thoughts in the back of my mind Tellin' that I know for fact that they mine Watch me (yeah), I'm solo (yeah) I walk with (yeah) your photo (okay) Take money from (yeah) the locked door (yeah) Bitch, move back (yeah), what you came for? Swingin' down (yeah) the waterway (yeah), take a dip in the plaché (yeah) I come with (yeah) the landscape (yeah), I run with (yeah) the wrong day Tell me, bitch, that I wait outside (yeah) Tell me shit that I never hide (yeah) Thinking down with no side-to-side (yeah) Break down with no shit to try I don't know about you, but I'm having a really great time There's no way that I can express to you what I'm feeling right now My heart is full to bursting, except to say... I'm the king of the world! Woo, woo-woo-woo
Writer(s): John Edmund Andrew Phillips, Michelle Gilliam Phillips, Shermar Cuba Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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