Lyrics MIDNIGHT CLUB - UnoTheActivist , Thouxanbanfauni

(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin, whatever)
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For life, huh, for real
Check it out

Midnight club with the neon lights
Biting my boof with the peons, right
Colorblind, don't see stop sign, red light
No speed limit, we on flight
Every day a little bit, we won't define
But if the sun up ain't into that time
Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine
Might name my AK A.K.A Khan
Cut it out with the cap, knock it off with the lying
Y'all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds
Now get off of me, knocking off your shit
Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit
I'm such a gentleman, treat her polite
Give me head first thеn call her a ride
Call her my sidе 'cause she got more ass
Then slutted her out at the end of my night

Bitch, I'm a giant like fee-fi-fo
All of my hoes bad, head to toe
Keeping that heater, that fire like a stove
Pop full of coal, all the baking soda
Uno and Nato came with the odor
Smoking on flower, I bust me a Clover
Shawty want to fuck, I told her, "Come over"
Ain't nothing new, I've been done known it
Ain't nothing new, I've been done known it
Ain't nothing new, I've been done known it
These niggas think they getting that swag
That shit ain't new, we've been up on it
We've been up on it
Oh, you fucked that bitch? We've done it
You just hit that ho? Been done it
Niggas always think they one ahead
But in the end, I'm two steps ahead
Lil' bitch, I guess you could say we run it
Uh, yeah, bitch, we, uh
Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it
Uh, yeah, bitch, we, uh
Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it
Yeah, we
Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it

Midnight club with the neon lights
Biting my boof with the peons, right
Colorblind, don't see stop sign, red light
No speed limit, we on flight
Every day a little bit, we won't define
But if the sun up ain't into that time
Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine
Might name my AK A.K. Khan
Cut it out with the cap, knock it off with the lying
Y'all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds
Now get off of me, knocking off your shit
Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit
I'm such a gentleman, treat her polite
Give me head first then call her a ride
Call her my side 'cause she got more ass
Then slutted her out at the end of my night

(Uno, I killed it)
(Let's go, dig?)
I'ma pull up in the 'Rari, DeLorean
I'ma take her to a trip to euphoria
And I know more than your local historian
You get what you want, shawty, just stop annoying me
I had to cut her off, she boring
I love the way she talk, a foreigner
Hollow tips hit him, bullet hole in his cornea
Hollow tips hit him, his mom is a mourner
Okay, I wake up and count in the morning
Okay, I count up so I found reassurance
I know that I got a lot of influence
Okay, well, why don't we all go to Florence? (Dig)
I came from the bottom so you know I ain't going back
I've been the realest since I was born, yeah
Had to go our separate ways, know she torn
I'm cutting off all y'all bitches, no warning
Noticed it was Act', I'ma sit on her ornament
Hot shells through your crib, call it housewarming
Had to let 'em go, they ain't doing nothing for me
I will never go back and forth with an informant

Midnight club with the neon lights
Biting my boof with the peons, right
Colorblind, don't see stop sign, red light
No speed limit, we on flight
Every day a little bit, we won't define
But if the sun up ain't into that time
Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine
Might name my AK A.K. Khan
Cut it out with the cap, knock it off with the lying
Y'all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds
Now get off of me, knocking off your shit
Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit
I'm such a gentleman, treat her polite
Give me head first then call her a ride
Call her my side 'cause she got more ass

(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin)
Huh, hey
34
Yeah, spooky season

Keep all the fuck shit to yourself
I seen that shit a mile away
Call up the opps, get my K
We'll get this shit sold today
I'ma catch you down bad, broad day
Ain't no acting, no Broadway
Posted up with the P's in the trap all day
Packer stealing, Green Bay
Thirty-five hundred just for jeans
Pussy, this ain't no rivalry
Fucking that bitch like hobbies be
But she still a side to me
TTB with loyalty
Ain't no switching sides on me
Gas on F but we rolling on E
Gas tank on F but we rolling on E

I be in Georgia with Florida hitters
I be in Florida with Georgia hitters (Yeah)
If you ain't gang, don't try to get mixed in (Shot)
That's how niggas be getting they wig split (Shot, shot)
Twelve years old, with the older niggas
I done seen Dana smoke a nigga (Buck)
Niggas be acting like real school shooters
Okay, fuck boy, pull it out and get hit, bitch
Stupid lil' boy thinking that we scared
We getting out the whip, we riding in
Shorty keep talking 'bout what that WAP do then I'm diving in
Glock 17 with the thirty round sticks, security won't let me in
Got you a bag for this very reason, baby girl hold my dick
Y'all niggas be on the 'Gram all day, commenting under my shit (Bitch)
Niggas act like they critics, don't even get paid dimes for this
Uh, yeah, give me my money
Uh, baby, give me my bag
Uh, yeah, all in your tummy
Uh, yeah, the dick do that (Wooh)
Up, up and away, Yung Fauni go
I hit the dash after that ho
My wallet a addict, having withdrawals
I hit the bank, made some withdrawals
Shorty ain't never got panties on
I don't even think she even own drawers
We don't give no fuck at all
We don't give no fuck at all

Oh, oh, oh, oh,oh
We don't give no fuck at all
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Give no fuck at all

Hundred thousand hoes to myself, I call my bros for help (Pull up)
I get the bag and then cash in the racks
Secure that for myself (Bands, bands)
Hope you could hold your own
Most niggas can't even get the cards they dealt (They dealt)
But I be on my own, last chance of hiding your feelings
It's hard enough to control my own
I ain't got time for your feelings (Feelings)
Stop letting niggas program your mind, y'all niggas inherit fear
You a broke-ass nigga with a broke-ass bitch
Get the fuck away sincerely (For real)
Don't even let her come near, one more step, chop blow 'em out of here

Keep all the fuck shit to yourself
I seen that shit a mile away
Call up the opps, get my K
We'll get this shit sold today
I'ma catch you down bad, broad day
Ain't no acting, no Broadway
Posted up with the P's in the trap all day
Packer stealing, Green Bay
Thirty-five hundred just for jeans
Pussy, this ain't no rivalry
Fucking that bitch like hobbies be
But she still a side to me
TTB with loyalty
Ain't no switching sides on me
Gas on F but we rolling on E
Gas tank on F but we rolling on E

Yeah, E
Gas tank on F but we rolling on E
Gas tank on F but we rolling on E
Gas tank on F but we rolling on E