Fuck The Night

Okay, let's go
Woi
Kamaldeen, wagwan

I remember my guys so clear (so clear)
But don't remember you (you)
Don't think 'bout comin' near ends
Or you can get blammed too
Naija boys FC
This is the road to glory
One time for my fallin' soldiers (one time)
One time for the ones before me
Be careful with my bros
We a bunch of dangerous niggas
And don't come round me with smoke
'Cause then my niggas turn to killers
We can't catch no case
So let the young ones know (let 'em know)
That we on our way to glory
And no time for these stupid hoes
Pull up on me, you would regret
I got shankers by my right, and snipers by my left
This gee wants fight, so let's have fun
When we get in the pool
I'm bringin' my water gun
Jack him up, and slice this gee
Your girl told me she wants me
Count those shots like, one, two, three
Four, five, six, and that's defeat
How many crimes and fights have you been in?
We are not stoppin' till we see you bleedin'
Shots everywhere in the evenin'
Give me a reason
This is the shot gun season
Walk in with caution
Precaution stops the violation
Amma step off the mic for a holiday
'Cause the man dem' need a vacation (uh huh)
Man the man wanna try me
But man still can't see over my face
More than obvious since he can't be reachin' my waist
Run up an up is useless
Testin' my temper's fruitless
I'm calm like a genius countin'
One, two, three
One, two, three, toothless
I trust all my brothers
And I'm never trustin' no friend (yeah)
Respect for my elders
So my youngers follow the trend

Fuck this life then fuck the night
Paper bag looks like a knife
Icy drip out of the mane
Amma buy you a bag of spray
Fuck this life then fuck the night
Paper bag looks like a knife
Icy drip out of the mane
Amma buy you a bag of spray

She be lookin' like some dead bills
Couple bad with some dead shit
I bought this shit on teleries
Fuck it, I don't need no celery's
Kill a nigga in the block
All my niggas in my opp (haha)
Two ten on the fuckin' dashboard
DBG I'm on a role
I slice the ball funny like Ashley Cole
I bop on a regular basis
The rule of the game is to stare at the goal
I ain't talkin' funny with money
You'll look like a dummy if you try to rob me
I'm glockin' at anyone's tummy
Don't vex me lil nigga, I can't let you stop me
I slap it and smash it then put my lil man in
She want it so she started clappin'
I panicked and pulled out and probably vanished
'Cause my momsi was scared of parkin'
I was out of the house like wow
Feelin' so high like Oluwa Burna
Thinkin' of fendi, thinkin' of prada
Now they askin' me, "man would you rather?"

Fuck this life then fuck the night
Paper bag looks like a knife
Icy drip out of the mane
Amma buy you a bag of spray
Fuck this life then fuck the night
Paper bag looks like a knife
Icy drip out of the mane
Amma buy you a bag of spray
Fuck this life then fuck the night
Paper bag looks like a knife
Icy drip out of the mane
Amma buy you a bag of spray
Fuck this life then fuck the night
Paper bag looks like a knife
Icy drip out of the mane
Amma buy you a bag of spray



Credits
Writer(s): Jasim Abusalam
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