Young Night - Waste Land

Put that nigga in a hurst
Put that nigga in the dirt
Put that nigga on a shirt
Niggas said I got a curse
Robbing bitches for her purse
Now I'm feeling kinda hurt
Man in feeling kinda worse
Niggas said I'm bout to burst
I been feeling real low
Niggas still be selling dope
I been feeling real high
Niggas know they bout to die
Life is fading from your head
Shawty said she wanna rest
Life gone life gone
Leave you in a pool of red
And even so I understand
You never know who is you're man's
Cuz niggas be sticking real close
Because they want some clout and they do what they can
And now that they biting you're hand
The same one that fed em the bands
And now that you caught on their act now they turning they backs and them niggas be bland
Shawty want tropical sex
Said I'm the one who's the best
Niggas hating on the low
Fucking her right in my bed
Leave you pussy niggas dead
While you're other niggas fled
Bitches love me for the dreads
Hate you niggas and the feds
Niggas gone lie when they boast
They keep on doing the most
Raising my glass to a toast
That all of you niggas are broke
Now you asking for the smoke
Leave em dead leave em woke
Take you're bitch and make her choke
Now she begging for some more

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Young Night

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