MIDNIGHT CLUB - Thouxanbanfauni, UnoTheActivist

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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

Not interested, no, I ain’t out of that time

Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine

Might name my AK A.K.

Khan

Get out with the cap now, get 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 than

into my night

Bitch, I’m giant like fee-fi-fo

All of my hoes bad, head to toe

Keeping that heater, that fire, like a stove

I’m finna cop all the baking soda

Uno and Lotto came with the odor

Smoking on flower, I bust me a Clover

Shorty 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 want a hand

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

Not interested, no, I ain’t out of that time

Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine

Might name my AK A.K.

Khan

Get out with the cap now, get 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 than

into 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, shorty, just stop annoying

I had to cut her off, she boring

I love the way she talk to foreigners

Hollow tips hit him, bullet hole in his coroner

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

Had to go our separate ways, know she torn

I’m cutting off all y’all bitches, no warning

Noticing 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

Not interested, no, I ain’t out of that time

Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine

Might name my AK A.K.

Khan

Get out with the cap now, get 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 than

(Indigo)

(Okay, Embasin)

Huh, hey

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 B’s in the trap all day

Pack 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

If you ain’t gang, don’t try to get mixed in

That’s how niggas be getting they wig split

Twelve years old, with the older niggas

I done seen Dana smoke a nigga

Niggas be acting like real school shooters, okay, fuck boy, pull it out and get

hit, bitch

Stupid lil' boy thinking that we scared, getting out the whip, we ride on him

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 on my dick

Y’all niggas be on the 'Gram all day, commenting under my shit

Niggas acting like they critics, don’t even get paid down 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

Up, up and away, I’m finally going

Dash after that hoing

My wallet a addict, having withdrawals

I hit the bank, made some withdrawals

Shorty ain’t even 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, we don’t give no fuck at all

Oh, oh, oh, oh, give no fuck at all

Hundred thousand hoes to myself, I call my bros for help

I get the bag and then cash in the racks, secure that for myself

Hope you could hold your own, most niggas can’t even get the cards 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

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 from the seal

Don’t even come near

One more step, trying to throw '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 B’s in the trap all day

Pack 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