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Harlem Nights

783Hip-Hop/Rap2026

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Harlem Nights wurde in der vergangenen Woche am häufigsten etwa 2 minuten and 30 sekunden nach des Songs entdeckt

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Ooh, ooh, ooh, we be in the bed like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, prolly in the car like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, legs in the air, girl

Ooh, ooh, ooh, don't go too far, girl

Uh, back of the whip, had to call me a driver

She wanna go to the club but she don't got a dub

I can go try to call me a liar

So if I do gotta go I'm on 10 never 9

They mad I can't sell them no pills, not just that I ain't givin' no deals

Gettin' money that **** don't feel (yeah)

Uh, uh, fuck that shit, let me talk 'bout a bad bitch

You ain't fuckin' with me, put my life on the line

Probably just better off singin' adlibs

Watch how I'm fillin' her up

Gun in the car, sit in the truck

Go where I want, gettin a buck

Say that it's mine, givin' it up

Fuck with me, take off a season

I get you wet pussy leakin'

In my phone just for no reason

I kill you, I catch you cheatin'

Who buy you purses and shades?

How many of these bitches out workin' for it?

And don't let it go to your head

Next time I see you, I'm breakin' the bed

Ooh, ooh, ooh, we be in the bed like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, prolly in the car like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, legs in the air, girl

Ooh, ooh, ooh, don't go too far, girl

Uh, what you doin'? Just let me come over

He got problems with you, you got problems with me

Try to talk, but I'm not feelin' sober

Pull up, pop out the meds and the shots

it's the glock 41 that I just got

Run down the way, how you hood hott?

Move across town, this a good spot

Ooh, now you don't need nobody

She be out the way, can I come and see it?

Now you don't see nobody

Say he dead, but didn't I ask him?

That **** never seen nobody (nobody)

And probably never be nobody (nobody)

So come and let me see your body

Fuck with me, take off a season

And I get you wet pussy leakin'

In my phone just for no reason

I kill you, I catch you cheatin'

Who buy you purses and shades?

How many of these bitches out workin' late?

And don't let it go to your head

Next time I see you, I'm breakin' the bed

Ooh, ooh, ooh, we in the bed like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, prollyin the car like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, legs in the air, girl

Ooh, ooh, ooh, don't go to far, yeah

Ayy, I'ma start from the beginnin' of the year (Ayy, ayy)

It's like, it's like winter (Ayy, ayy), spring type shit (Ayy, ayy)

You know what I mean? (Ayy, ayy) Then you go in the spring and then it's like (Ayy, ayy)

You go in the summer, (Ayy, ayy) and then it's like if you don't wanna fuck with the next season, it's just like

Fuck with me, take off your bra (come here)

You let me out, beat the walls (I swear)

Come through presents, Santa Claus (big bag)

Sell it to 'em, take 'em all (gimme that shit)

Who got you workin'? (Who?)

All in the club, it ain't worth it (it ain't)

I come around new you, don't make a **** come shoot you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, and then it's like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Harlem Nights

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, it's like that

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

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