Nyck Caution, Denzel Curry, Dyemond Lewis - Nyctophilia lyrics
Denzel Curry [Denzel Rae Don Curry] Miami Gardens, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nyck Caution, Denzel Curry, Dyemond Lewis - Nyctophilia lyrics]
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
Ain't no rich nigga, no bitch nigga
But I still take a rich nigga's bitch
Bitch you clocking on, she jocking off
She topping off the whole Era clique
That pussy drip
But none of my Pros had touched the clit
That shit must hurt, but karma hurt way worse
So I hope some nigga ain't fucking my bitch
When I'm out here doing this verse
When I'm out here doing my dirt
When I'm out here putting in work
When I'm out here copping some work
When I'm out here let me hit Kirk
Let me see if these niggas really
Really want war
Cause I heard these niggas really
Really be soft and I hurt these niggas if
I heard these niggas really
Really had beef with any of my niggas
But I ain't no killer i'm apex
Put the Pro first cause you know we vets
RIP s T double E-Z, yes
And you know it's easy, yes it's D-IM-E-Z
They like D-IM-E-Z throw the pussy at your
So I never have to fiend
I'm too real for you
Showing off my skills for you
I finished this verse at 1 AM
So I called this Nyctophilia
Finish him, Scorpion reactions as a tortoise
Where my reinforcements step
Into your fortress ol' Dirty Bastard
You are nothing to an
Orphan preaching to Picasso
So how to make the pieces of your portrait
A little bit less square
The motherfucking father figure
Cause I'm the best here
Comparing yourself to me
You niggas ain't thinking right
Buddy you Sierra Mist
That's compared to Dirty Sprite
I'm the future of this shit
I ain't talking Future's wife
Shout out to PE
These niggas ain't physically fit
Me and Dyemond and Nyck running
Through hoes like the six
Ex-tend your arm, cause I rap from the pit
So it's a must that all of
My niggas drop gangsta shit
U-L T to the death of me
Give a fuck about the black and white
You could be a zebra combined with a referee
See now nigga that's real abrupt
Wrote this shit for Nyck so I
Guess I guees it’s Nyctophilia
I say, who the fuck is this?
Nycky pissed don't ever doubt it
Me and Dyemond dropping diamonds
Under pressure 'till we sprouted that
That's a flower out the concrete
I see you cowards talking
Comedy, but in person y'all want harmony
And that shit don't make no sense
Y'all just bother me, you ain't got no heart
No artery and why would I waste my art
On garbage with no fucking artistry?
So on that note switch the topic
I ain't brushing on it any longer
I see my future
You ain't even know I'm ready for it
Drop my woman for these
Milestones that I'm reaching
Plus she need some time to grow
Now who I'm lying to?
She just keep on texting
But who the fuck replying?
It ain't me, I cut these strings
She's a puppet
I'm implying that it's nothing
I won't hold my breath
To find another interruption
I don't mean to trip
But what I've seen is just disgusting
So I keep it raw then fuck a
Broad that got the common interest
And then it's right back to the music
My regards but I toss them when I'm finished
Treat these women like cigar
Clips, Nycky in the present
Just ain't feeling ya
Deleted that text at 2 AM
So I call this Nyctophilia
Nyctophilia, that Nyctophilia
Gimme that neck when I got my check
These hoes ain't really feeling ya
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
Ain't no rich nigga, no bitch nigga
But I still take a rich nigga's bitch
Bitch you clocking on, she jocking off
She topping off the whole Era clique
That pussy drip
But none of my Pros had touched the clit
That shit must hurt, but karma hurt way worse
So I hope some nigga ain't fucking my bitch
When I'm out here doing this verse
When I'm out here doing my dirt
When I'm out here putting in work
When I'm out here copping some work
When I'm out here let me hit Kirk
Let me see if these niggas really
Really want war
Cause I heard these niggas really
Really be soft and I hurt these niggas if
I heard these niggas really
Really had beef with any of my niggas
But I ain't no killer i'm apex
Put the Pro first cause you know we vets
RIP s T double E-Z, yes
And you know it's easy, yes it's D-IM-E-Z
They like D-IM-E-Z throw the pussy at your
So I never have to fiend
I'm too real for you
Showing off my skills for you
I finished this verse at 1 AM
So I called this Nyctophilia
Finish him, Scorpion reactions as a tortoise
Where my reinforcements step
Into your fortress ol' Dirty Bastard
You are nothing to an
Orphan preaching to Picasso
So how to make the pieces of your portrait
A little bit less square
The motherfucking father figure
Cause I'm the best here
Comparing yourself to me
You niggas ain't thinking right
Buddy you Sierra Mist
That's compared to Dirty Sprite
I'm the future of this shit
I ain't talking Future's wife
Shout out to PE
These niggas ain't physically fit
Me and Dyemond and Nyck running
Through hoes like the six
Ex-tend your arm, cause I rap from the pit
So it's a must that all of
My niggas drop gangsta shit
U-L T to the death of me
Give a fuck about the black and white
You could be a zebra combined with a referee
See now nigga that's real abrupt
Wrote this shit for Nyck so I
Guess I guees it’s Nyctophilia
I say, who the fuck is this?
Nycky pissed don't ever doubt it
Me and Dyemond dropping diamonds
Under pressure 'till we sprouted that
That's a flower out the concrete
I see you cowards talking
Comedy, but in person y'all want harmony
And that shit don't make no sense
Y'all just bother me, you ain't got no heart
No artery and why would I waste my art
On garbage with no fucking artistry?
So on that note switch the topic
I ain't brushing on it any longer
I see my future
You ain't even know I'm ready for it
Drop my woman for these
Milestones that I'm reaching
Plus she need some time to grow
Now who I'm lying to?
She just keep on texting
But who the fuck replying?
It ain't me, I cut these strings
She's a puppet
I'm implying that it's nothing
I won't hold my breath
To find another interruption
I don't mean to trip
But what I've seen is just disgusting
So I keep it raw then fuck a
Broad that got the common interest
And then it's right back to the music
My regards but I toss them when I'm finished
Treat these women like cigar
Clips, Nycky in the present
Just ain't feeling ya
Deleted that text at 2 AM
So I call this Nyctophilia
Nyctophilia, that Nyctophilia
Gimme that neck when I got my check
These hoes ain't really feeling ya
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S