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g-holy - one night كلمات الأغنية

[intro: g_holy]
wine glass in the sink, female chatter and drinks
bluetooth speaker and drake
cold hot wings on the coffee table and muted cable
hair weave sprinkles the carpet of the apartment
the night’s just started…

[verse: g_holy]
before the door slams, quick picture for the ‘gram
caption reads “tonight i’m gon tell him he my man.”
one calls shotgun, they pile up in the van
too many heads for the uber, mom’s car, nice maneuver
rockin’ all designer, opеnin’ acts lesser known
she pay attеntion kinda, waitin’ for headliner
ex left a comment, but the homie started rhymin’
crowd goin’ wild, word for word, perfect timin’
grand finale, final song, time to bring up somebody
points, the light shines, she’s frozen, can’t believe that she was spotted
maneuvers through the sea of bodies to the stage
girlies wishin’ it was them, hatin’, borderline enraged
eyes swellin’, crowd yellin’, it’s an all out serenade
shows over, curtains closed as she’s ushered to backstage
her girl texts “where u at b_tch, u my ride?”
she texted “i’m comin wit the passes, bout to get y’all inside.”
funny when you meet ya dreams face to face
all the things you said you’d do, all things u said you’d say
headphones blarin’ at the gym or while u workin’
room wall covered, but posters don’t make u nervous
far cry from the livin’ room, twerkin’ for the front camera
this sh_t is bananas
red cups in abundance, here come the blunt if you want it
fried chicken ‘n liquor, good for liver and stomach
playin’ which one thicker, it was her that he wanted
invited her to the dressin’ room, like, shorty u comin’?
how u gon’ act? how u gon’ act?
how u gon’ act? how u gon’ act?
you think he all that, he think you all that
he think you all that, but is you all rap?
slim, tall cat, in a ball cap
dark room, one blue light, all black
you gon’ move forward or fall back?
when he move forward, she fall back
i love your album, number 6 is my sh_t
i knew you when n0body knew you, wasn’t gettin’ no hits
put all my all my girlfriends on you, i’m like listen to this
i mean that first tape’s poppin’, brought a copy, hoped you’d sign it
well i was thinkin’ less talkin’ because time is paper
hand me that tape, when we’re done, promise i’ll sign it later
ain’t bout to hit you wit’ the game all like i’m tryna date ya
the ones out there wish they were here right now they kinda hate ya
see they don’t wanna be saved and i ain’t tryna save her
cause babygirl, i can’t lie, you my kinda flavor
what happens here, stays here, ‘member you signed the waiver
yeah…..yeah

- g holy

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