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brotha lynch hung - last night كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
and i’m off the o.e., you know me
i’m in the for sure f_cked up
sacramento wine in my gut
think i can feel it when in the cut’
look at these n_ggas around me, hatred surround me
like bees to honey, i wouldn’t be thinking like this but the o.e. got me
plus i needs the money
so, two slugs in the chest in front of everybody there
cans in the air, when i leave this place
you’re gonna act like you care
’bout your life, disappear in the night
through thai smoke, you know that’s right
i decide, like george clooney, ”you need hope”
rider is soaked ’cause you’re all bl__dy
and it’s all lovely, turning humans into meat and rubbish
it’s not thuggish, it’s more like mafia lifestyle
k!llin’, run up and grab you and stab you
all up in the throat, that’s all she wrote
[chorus]
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night

[verse 2: brotha lynch hung]
caught smoking in the bed, f_ck it, naked
’cause under the pillow was the k!ll ’em up
so i wadn’t sweatin’ it, got to stay real enough
sn_tch you out the bed and took you straight downstairs
i got a thing and got my strap put it in the small of my back
heard y’all yelling’ and fightin’, sh_t, lemme check this clip
sh_t, i hope this n_gga don’t wanna trip, have to make this hit
i mean hurt, i make it work like a stockton boulevard ho
take your blood for your dough, dig you a hole in your blow
i was walking downstairs and that n_gga had you up by the neck
she was like, ”you gon’ help, or you punk ass b_tch, you don’t get no respect”
i’m_a get my four_oh and i’m out the door_oh
until you tell that n_gga what’s up, b_tch don’t hit me no more_oh
it could be a murder show_oh, starring me, co_starring you
don’t mean to f_ck it up at the end, but you die too
’cause bad guys get away in my eyes, ’cause we always right
we put ’em in baskets, i swear we had they whole f_cking family cryin’
(when was that?) last night
when i hit your phone i knew you was home i got mine’s on last night
pull up in the brougham, put out the chrome and went in your home last night
came in all alone, put one in your dome, in the morning you was gone, last night
flashlight, i put you in the past life
[chorus]
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night
last night, last night, last night, last night, last night

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
i touch the streets daily, for the gravy, n0body can fade me
i’m a headhunter, hunter k!ller, bred hunter spittin’ out rabies
and if it wasn’t for my babies i’d be crazy as f_ck
and i only got a couple of homies i trust, i’m all f_cked up in the head
thinking about using this, and feel like i’m a dead man walking
and still i can tread that thin line between dead and walking
got some shackles i’m on the back road, on the phone straight plottin’
with one of the only homies i can trust, we got the chains all’s in the zip_loc zip_up
and with the blocks and ditch cops with the patterns we move
rotate like [?] and lucy, n_ggas up the hills in our shoes (that’s right)
put ’em in the trunk, arrive with the skunk, what did you think was all bleeding last night
it was a punk n0body gon’ need him, don’t try, what you wanna do?

[verse 4: c.o.s.]
i got the hook_up on the perfect spot to dump that body, and spot the rocks
and i swear no one gon’ find him down here, it’s in the cuts
trust me i dumped a couple of them bodies down here
just say, it’s big lake, past a small gate, you’ll think no one been here for years
i come prepared, remember they call me mr. no_prints, mr never_leave_no_clues
when i do what the f_ck i do’s, i cover shoe prints, and any evidence of that type
so that the po_po can’t trace either one of us to that spot last night
’cause last night we was at our spot making music, so f_ck what they yellin’
’cause we got this here to prove it, so meet me in a minute
with that dead body so we can move it, tie it up, wrap it in plastic
weigh it down and then lose it, ’cause man there really ain’t nothing to it
sh_t, i’m down at the docks (n_gga, which dock?)
you know which ones, the older docks the ones we ditched our first guns (oh, them docks)
yes, come on, try to hurry, ’cause time’s fresh, and plus that b_tch keep on calling me
but i just ain’t checked the messages (i’ll be there)

- brotha lynch hung

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