Bitch name Alyssa Still, I'm gone with no Swisher Shots of rum in the pitcher I take the time, get me richer Got the thot so intact Dark from ground to the cat Made a bill from the stack This shit got a pill for the back Hit that bitch from the back Say you run with the pack Miss my face with that shit You say that you bring the fuck back Say I'm always so cold Told the story to know In the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold, ayy, yeah I'm so ashamed Don't run, don't you run Thinking that you'd end this shit from excess to the gun Burning in the light, from the motherfucking sun My way’s to the stage, don't you never fucking fund No status, no practice Stay low, never a shit show Takin’ stacks for the snow I take your bitch and she know Movin' fast through the glass, never take it Niggas talk, never walk And I come straight back to lacing Nab that shit, been dead Still you down your fucking head Seen with stats to the racks I go down with thots in the back Dumb ass nigga with the Ruger Fuck around and pop ya No, I'm never gonna stop her Cut the power You a marker Tell them my life always down from the crowd Never will I make yo’ ass down for the town Layin' on the low, face down in the bay Sippin’ gin, never take facts to the back Let's go down to my nigga’s Tell me, bitch, don't sing it Tell me shit but that's counterfeit Think I'm dumb ‘cause then shit I lit Momma said four figures Make it big, no dealers Walking 'round, no trace of hit Takin' cash from yo’ dealer's shit Chip slow for the back show ‘bout ten mil’ in 'Lando Paint shit from thot shit, you call me Picasso Niggas say that I'm wack though Fuck a bitch in yo' Volvo White meat on my plate though White sheet to my pencil

BITCH NAME MELISSA

SIGN UP  Concept Nothing Night Lovell CONCEPT NOTHING LYRICS [Intro] Ayy, ayy, uh huh Ayy, yeah, uh [Verse 1] Bitch name Alyssa Still, I'm gone with no Swisher Shots of rum in the pitcher I take the time, get me richer Got the thot so intact Dark from ground to the cat Made a bill from the stack This shit got a pill for the back Hit that bitch from the back Say you run with the pack Miss my face with that shit You say that you bring the fuck back Say I'm always so cold Told the story to know In the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold, ayy, yeah I'm so ashamed Don't run, don't you run Thinking that you'd end this shit from excess to the gun Burning in the light, from the motherfucking sun My way’s to the stage, don't you never fucking fund No status, no practice Stay low, never a shit show Takin’ stacks for the snow I take your bitch and she know Movin' fast through the glass, never take it Niggas talk, never walk And I come straight back to lacing Nab that shit, been dead Still you down your fucking head Seen with stats to the racks I go down with thots in the back Dumb ass nigga with the Ruger Fuck around and pop ya No, I'm never gonna stop her Cut the power You a marker Tell them my life always down from the crowd Never will I make yo’ ass down for the town Layin' on the low, face down in the bay Sippin’ gin, never take facts to the back Let's go down to my nigga’s Tell me, bitch, don't sing it Tell me shit but that's counterfeit Think I'm dumb ‘cause then shit I lit Momma said four figures Make it big, no dealers Walking 'round, no trace of hit Takin' cash from yo’ dealer's shit Chip slow for the back show ‘bout ten mil’ in 'Lando Paint shit from thot shit, you call me Picasso Niggas say that I'm wack though Fuck a bitch in yo' Volvo White meat on my plate though White sheet to my pencil [Chorus] Already done, fuck you niggas, I'm already done Already done, I'm already done Fuck you niggas, I'm already done Never shit fun Run with the gun And fuck you niggas, I'm already done Already done Never shit fun Already done, done [Verse 2] Crackhouse sniffin' in the back though Coke white shoe, shit make dough Niggas think big, she a plateau Come back in the same brand coat Try me, bitch, if you can though Find me slick in a small boat Touch my shit, get cutthroat Walk by swift with the same note Nigga, you's a lie Claim you still the guy I fuck you up so quick and take your motherfucking tie Saying you should die Locked up in the sky Restricted to the moves I want to make, I never try SHARE THE LYRICS   “CONCEPT NOTHING” TRACK INFO Produced ByKid Indigo Written ByNight Lovell Release DateDecember 22, 2014 EXPAND TRACK INFO  NEXT UP Live Television NIGHT LOVELL Concept Vague (2014)NIGHT LOVELL 1.  Concept Nothing 2.  Live Television 3.  Beneath 4.  Sometimes Not Serious 5.  The Renegade Never Dies 6.  Off Air 7.  Forget About Me 8.  Dead Lovell 9.  James Cameron Took My Bitch (Interlude) 10.  Light From The Car 11.  Material Female 12.  Trees of the Valley 13.  Questioning Your Theory 14.  Deira City Centre 15.  Dark Light COMMENTS BFJONESHD  114 2 years ago Dat Bass tho +7 UPVOTES About Genius Press AdvertiseEvent Space Privacy Policy LicensingJobs Terms of Use Copyright PolicyContact us © 2019 Genius Media Group Inc.

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Tiro esos dados gano luego Tiro a esas zorras nos vemos luego.. escribo lo que puedo... pierdo lo que puedo... gasto lo que no debo... Solo aprendo de lo que observo, Solo cuido lo que yo conservo, Ahora no es el verbo, Ahora es trabajo por el fajo... Muerto en un lago encuentro una soga, Vidas que dependen de una droga, Ella me pide más pero nada es real, Molly yeyo ve como me puso, Que con dinero hasta tu ex, Todas esas mamis dejan a sus ken, por andar en el flex,

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