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album cover
Date Night was released on January 1, 2021 by Nothing But Dope, LLC as a part of the album The Wedding
January 1, 2021
LabelNothing But Dope, LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM74
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Real dope bitch I was born in the 80’s
 
Running a play like I’m Brady
 
You just too boring and lazy
 
I am still scoring like KD
 
Real dope bitch yeah they know I go crazy
 
You lil’ bitches is babies
 
Dopest out my generation
 
 If you want my time then you gone have to pay me
 
Yeah
 
I go crazy I go cuckoo
 
Im a genius but a screw loose
 
Im a bad bitch yeah like New New
 
Getting brain in a new coupe
 
Haitian blood that voodoo
 
Run a chew-chew on your new boo
 
Then we put that shit on Youtube
 
We at Nobu eating noodles
 
Diamonds look like fruit loops
 
All these new **** look the same
 
I can never tell whose’s who
 
Trace my style yeah they doodle
 
But it always come out boo boo
 
On that dope shit thats the usual
 
On the money thats the usual
 
Thats the
 
Wait
 
These **** still trying to clone me?
 
On the gram with some jewelry thats phony?
 
You still telling bitches you know me?
 
Still getting mad when your bitches be on me?
 
I’m a gangsta you a goofy
 
You don’t like me **** shoot me
 
I don’t like you I put something on your head like a Kufi
 
Use to keep a bird around
 
 I thought I was Snoopy
 
You scared but the dead only **** ever spook me
 
Crack your head like you Pookie
 
Have your face looking droopy
 
Don’t believe your groupies heard your album it was dookie
 
See how heavy that weight is?
 
Damn **** shoulda just paid us (Paid us)
 
Guess I must be the greatest (Yeah)
 
Now I see why **** hate us (Yeah)
 
Drip got a whole lot of flavor
 
Serve your ass up like a waiter
 
Crib got a whole lot of acres
 
Sorry but we cannot save ya
 
See through all the layers
 
I know you **** is agents
 
I see through all the faking
 
I know you watching surveillance
 
I know you **** is rodents
 
Body gone turn up floating
 
Im at the crib getting throated
 
Gotta get paid if I wrote it
 
Gotta get paid if you quote it
 
Think we the same I’m insulted
 
This type of money can’t fold it
 
Goddamn my son gone be loaded
 
Millions trust fund
 
It’s still trust none
 
Date night Grammy’s
 
Im his plus one
 
Thought it was over?
 
Un uh not done
 
3 deep Paree
 
We out in London
 
I took my wife to the Louvre
 
You took your bitch to the drive thru (Whoa)
 
Your bitch gone talk to you rude
 
My girl gone tell bitches slide thru (Whoa)
 
I go and get the shit done you just be saying you tried to (Whoa)
 
You do this shit to survive
 
We do this shit just to vibe to
 
Yeah
 
You already know it’s a vibe, you already know it’s a vibe
 
Living this life yeah its a natural high
 
One that I cannot describe
 
Are you okay?
 
Is you tweaking?
 
Is that blood from your head is it leaking?
 
Need a prayer?
 
Call a deacon
 
You don’t really want that action you seeking
Written by: Latia T. Lindley, Samuel Lindley
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