Lyrics Soul Eater - Yung Bambi , Kamiyada+ , Braxton Knight , TYOSiN , Original God

The Midnight Society

Death the kid with a Glock
You posing with guns, but we know it's a prop
Caught that boy slippin', he finna get mopped
Put holes in his body, you look like a croc
Brand new white bitch, head crack rock
Shawty pose for the camera just like a backdrop
She wanna be with the team, I call her my mascot
And you can feel the shit real, she don't need no ass shots

Me and yo bitch, yeah, we twins
For life can't talk about the shit we did
Fuck up a check in Neiman Marcus
I beg your pardon these niggas can't live like we live
Still got no money then get some
These niggas lazy so when they go broke they play victim
Passing out shots of the surplus
You niggas hungry for bullets, be sure that you get some

She pump through my veins like blood flow
Front row
Licking her lips lick a blunt tho
Come home
You're the only one I love so
Stay close
Do whatever that you say so
Lay low
All these lame hoes want my dick and they leave
They proclaim, they love me till they get what they need
And they hitting my phone like a kid who needs weed
If you wanna play God, shawty, unfollow me

Oh baby, what you need?
I could give you everything, but nothing still succeeds
I could put Balenciaga, Gucci on your feet
But you'd crush me with your heel
They always taste best when they're weak

Assassinate our enemies I feel like Black Star
Shawty always by my side so I can peep the love scars
What you want from me is in my cold black heart
You can take it all and leave, but you will not get far

OG Bambi running on the track like a fat kid to candy
Stacking up the band like money be a habit
Rich with yo bitch like damn that's tragic
Midnight shit put that bitch on camera
Cute little white girl her name was Hannah
She like it slow now she wanna go faster
Ass so fat call that shit panorama

人云々は別にいらない
感情が動く何かをくれない？
ピエロになりきるピエロ
殺さずにただメンタルを剥がした
次元が違うと言葉も違う
全裸にさせて相手を覗く
どんな痛みもでも飼い馴らす
刺激を凌駕、天羅滅殺

Oh baby, what you need?
I could give you everything, but nothing still succeeds
I could put Balenciaga, Gucci on your feet
But you'd crush me with your heel
They always taste best when they're weak