Текст песни 1-0 "Night Night" - Painter Tony
Let's
get
it
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Somebody
tell
cole
night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Nigha
you
smelling
your
dirty
drawers
Tryna
son
the
Son
of
God
So
ima
son
the
son
of
fraud
Nigha
you
can't
touch
me
nigha
I'm
like
floyd
Pretty
boy
floyd
sting
like
a
muthabutterfly
sting
Like
a
bee
baow
muhammad
ali
Beat
the
fraud
flow
eye
out
of
thee
I'm
coming
in
three
fleur
de
lis
Nigha
you
don't
wanna
see
me
And
you
don't
wanna
see
God
Get
soil
Saul
out
your
face
that's
six
feet
deep
Y'all
nighas
blaspheming
a
lil
too
loosely
Looking
like
lucy
fold
y'all
like
loose
leaf
I'm
on
y'all
goofy
tops
like
kufi's
Nigha
can't
touch
me
nigha
got
cooties
I'm
from
a
city
where
we
break
down
cookies
Li
ba
I
smell
you
sniff
sniff
coochie
I
heard
you
sending
threats
to
shoot
me
Hahahahahaha
haha
This
nigha
smoking
crack
out
doobies
Yea
Let
me
tell
you
a
li
secret
about
me
on
Easter
Sunday
li
nigha
yea
My
pastor
prayed
over
me
and
I
seen
Angels
li
nigha
clashing
Spooky
spooky
spooky
And
we
don't
serve
the
same
God
I
serve
YHWH
Li
nigha
I
walk
in
the
graveyard
I'm
walking
on
coffins
You
run
up
on
me
better
run
up
with
caution
You
nighas
ain't
lucky
get
beat
up
like
Boston
Cook
chicken
like
Curry
and
beat
em
defrost
em
bawwwk
yea
I
see
a
li
narcissist
wit
a
hiss
I'm
a
country
boi
them
glory
hogs
lie
in
the
ditch
And
I
ain't
scared
of
no
sticks
I
got
this
light
switch
facts
And
I
ain't
scared
of
no
demons
I
got
this
oil
Trick
You
tryna
meet
with
youngboy
what
that's
bout
Trick
hmmmmm
trick
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Somebody
tell
cole
night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Night
night
Yea
Ba
I'm
covered
by
the
blood
of
Christ
facts
So
I
don't
worry
bout
threats
that
come
from
snake
mics
facts
And
pride
is
the
devil
that's
how
he
fell
from
Heaven's
heights
And
you
sold
your
soul
to
the
devil
How
much
how
much
that
price
Yea
b.i.g
corpses
on
your
chorus
Villuminati
yea
And
ima
preacher
and
im
telling
ya
you
need
Jesus
not
horus
I
smell
your
horusss
I
see
your
whore
hiss
I'm
in
your
chest
li
nigha
right
now
yea
your
feel
this
chorus
in
your
core
hiss
Your
mission
impossible
cole
abort
this
You
wrote
your
own
casket
it's
all
in
your
verses
Better
brace
yourself
like
casts
I'm
an
outcast
and
I
break
casts
You
an
actor
cast
Any
pigs
in
the
parlor
get
cast
through
the
dash
do
the
dash
You
smart
right
nigha
do
the
math
Calculate
like
calculus
your
problem
bad
Nigha
repent
tryna
stunt
on
my
dad
Yea
All
He
wanna
hear
from
you
is
sorry
my
bad
yea
You
gotta
hunid
mil
but
what
if
you
crash
And
then
you
goto
hell
and
forfeit
the
bag
That's
bad
math
duhhh
nigha
think
yea
With
your
mind
I
care
about
your
soul
who
around
you
care
about
your
soul
cole
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