Nissan Playa - Hell Night lyrics
[Nissan Playa - Hell Night lyrics]
Bout lettin' that choppa go
We ain’t got none in common
I hate snitches, I like bitches
But I'm so in love with money
Had to cut some of my kinfolks off
They didn't keep it one hundred
If I said it, then I done
It, fuck that fake love, i don’t want it
Time to renegotiate my contract, bitch
I feel like Andre Drummond
I'ma throw a half a mil' on Instagram
Lookin' like I play on Sundays
You just chick who suck my dick
Ni-ni-nissan player, p-p-player
Miss Lady, you're not the other woman
Fuck that friendship that's platonic
I need a friend that keeps me cumming
Touch down in-
Stadium like I play
All my kinfolks call me Ray
Then my grandad look at me, like
"I'm so damn glad you lit"
Mind your jury, lookin' aluminum
Why’s it dull, what did you do to them
I’m gettin' fucked, pockets on stuffed
Dressin’ like a plug, yeah I stay jerked up
Nah we down, picked 'em up
Salt me down, yeah fuck me up
Too turnt up, too turnt up
Knocked me down, but I picked them up
Salt me down, salt me down
Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up
But, I'm too turnt up, I'm so
Up, up, up, up, up, wop
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin’ shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
Outta pro-outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Ghost on Cold Steve Austin
Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em
Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em
Outta this world like Marvin the Martian
Fifty a verse and I'm on the charts
These rappers so fake that they screamin'
"Extortion"
My choppa keep blowin' shit out of proportion
Shout out these saucin', niggas are horsin'
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
Run yo mouth for ya niggas, for ya niggas
For ya niggas with some anna
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
Run yo mouth for ya niggas, for ya niggas
For ya niggas with some anna
We ain’t got none in common
I hate snitches, I like bitches
But I'm so in love with money
Had to cut some of my kinfolks off
They didn't keep it one hundred
If I said it, then I done
It, fuck that fake love, i don’t want it
Time to renegotiate my contract, bitch
I feel like Andre Drummond
I'ma throw a half a mil' on Instagram
Lookin' like I play on Sundays
You just chick who suck my dick
Ni-ni-nissan player, p-p-player
Miss Lady, you're not the other woman
Fuck that friendship that's platonic
I need a friend that keeps me cumming
Touch down in-
Stadium like I play
All my kinfolks call me Ray
Then my grandad look at me, like
"I'm so damn glad you lit"
Mind your jury, lookin' aluminum
Why’s it dull, what did you do to them
I’m gettin' fucked, pockets on stuffed
Dressin’ like a plug, yeah I stay jerked up
Nah we down, picked 'em up
Salt me down, yeah fuck me up
Too turnt up, too turnt up
Knocked me down, but I picked them up
Salt me down, salt me down
Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up
But, I'm too turnt up, I'm so
Up, up, up, up, up, wop
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin’ shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
Outta pro-outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Ghost on Cold Steve Austin
Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em
Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em
Outta this world like Marvin the Martian
Fifty a verse and I'm on the charts
These rappers so fake that they screamin'
"Extortion"
My choppa keep blowin' shit out of proportion
Shout out these saucin', niggas are horsin'
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
Run yo mouth for ya niggas, for ya niggas
For ya niggas with some anna
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
Run yo mouth for ya niggas, for ya niggas
For ya niggas with some anna