Night Lovell - Concept Nothing

Bitch name AlyssaStill, I'm gone with no SwisherShots of rum in the pitcherI take the time, get me richerGot the thot so intactDark from ground to the catMade a bill from the stackThis shit got a pill for the backHit that bitch from the backSay you run with the packMiss my face with that shitYou say that you bring the fuck backSay I'm always so coldTold the story to knowIn the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold, ayy, yeahI'm so ashamedDon't run, don't you runThinking that you'd end this shit from excess to the gunBurning in the light, from the motherfucking sunMy way’s to the stage, don't you never fucking fundNo status, no practiceStay low, never a shit showTakin’ stacks for the snowI take your bitch and she knowMovin' fast through the glass, never take itNiggas talk, never walkAnd I come straight back to lacingNab that shit, been deadStill you down your fucking headSeen with stats to the racksI go down with thots in the backDumb ass nigga with the RugerFuck around and pop yaNo, I'm never gonna stop herCut the powerYou a markerTell them my life always down from the crowdNever will I make yo’ ass down for the townLayin' on the low, face down in the baySippin’ gin, never take facts to the backLet's go down to my nigga’sTell me, bitch, don't sing itTell me shit but that's counterfeitThink I'm dumb ‘cause then shit I litMomma said four figuresMake it big, no dealersWalking 'round, no trace of hitTakin' cash from yo’ dealer's shitChip slow for the back show ‘bout ten mil’ in 'LandoPaint shit from thot shit, you call me PicassoNiggas say that I'm wack thoughFuck a bitch in yo' VolvoWhite meat on my plate thoughWhite sheet to my pencil

BITCH NAME MELISSA

SIGN UPConcept NothingNight LovellCONCEPT NOTHING LYRICS[Intro]Ayy, ayy, uh huhAyy, yeah, uh[Verse 1]Bitch name AlyssaStill, I'm gone with no SwisherShots of rum in the pitcherI take the time, get me richerGot the thot so intactDark from ground to the catMade a bill from the stackThis shit got a pill for the backHit that bitch from the backSay you run with the packMiss my face with that shitYou say that you bring the fuck backSay I'm always so coldTold the story to knowIn the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold, ayy, yeahI'm so ashamedDon't run, don't you runThinking that you'd end this shit from excess to the gunBurning in the light, from the motherfucking sunMy way’s to the stage, don't you never fucking fundNo status, no practiceStay low, never a shit showTakin’ stacks for the snowI take your bitch and she knowMovin' fast through the glass, never take itNiggas talk, never walkAnd I come straight back to lacingNab that shit, been deadStill you down your fucking headSeen with stats to the racksI go down with thots in the backDumb ass nigga with the RugerFuck around and pop yaNo, I'm never gonna stop herCut the powerYou a markerTell them my life always down from the crowdNever will I make yo’ ass down for the townLayin' on the low, face down in the baySippin’ gin, never take facts to the backLet's go down to my nigga’sTell me, bitch, don't sing itTell me shit but that's counterfeitThink I'm dumb ‘cause then shit I litMomma said four figuresMake it big, no dealersWalking 'round, no trace of hitTakin' cash from yo’ dealer's shitChip slow for the back show ‘bout ten mil’ in 'LandoPaint shit from thot shit, you call me PicassoNiggas say that I'm wack thoughFuck a bitch in yo' VolvoWhite meat on my plate thoughWhite sheet to my pencil[Chorus]Already done, fuck you niggas, I'm already doneAlready done, I'm already doneFuck you niggas, I'm already doneNever shit funRun with the gunAnd fuck you niggas, I'm already doneAlready doneNever shit funAlready done, done[Verse 2]Crackhouse sniffin' in the back thoughCoke white shoe, shit make doughNiggas think big, she a plateauCome back in the same brand coatTry me, bitch, if you can thoughFind me slick in a small boatTouch my shit, get cutthroatWalk by swift with the same noteNigga, you's a lieClaim you still the guyI fuck you up so quick and take your motherfucking tieSaying you should dieLocked up in the skyRestricted to the moves I want to make, I never trySHARE THE LYRICS “CONCEPT NOTHING” TRACK INFOProduced ByKid IndigoWritten ByNight LovellRelease DateDecember 22, 2014EXPAND TRACK INFO NEXT UPLive TelevisionNIGHT LOVELLConcept Vague (2014)NIGHT LOVELL1.  Concept Nothing2.  Live Television3.  Beneath4.  Sometimes Not Serious5.  The Renegade Never Dies6.  Off Air7.  Forget About Me8.  Dead Lovell9.  James Cameron Took My Bitch (Interlude)10.  Light From The Car11.  Material Female12.  Trees of the Valley13.  Questioning Your Theory14.  Deira City Centre15.  Dark LightCOMMENTSBFJONESHD  1142 years agoDat Bass tho+7 UPVOTESAbout 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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