Cuban Doll

Cuban Doll - Tonight lyrics

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It's on, I'm sliding if it's wrong or right

Cock back that pistol, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah

It's on, just bought a chopper with a knife

Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah



Fired up, still fighting these demons

Some wounds will never heal, internal bleeding

Why they killed my nigga for no reason, he ain't bang

Know you watching over, without you it ain't the same

I'm sippin' to numb the pain

Can't kick 'cause this shit addictive

Shout out to my sister for behind the wall visits

Broken as far as spirit, niggas had me by the balls

It ain't mine but at the same time I'm finna take the fall

That's your partner and he die, you gotta slide, that's the law

Otherwise quiet down, we ain't impressed with all the talk

Little extra on the sauce, I'm a Crime Boss baby

Pull up on the side of blood and knock your mind off baby

And no .380's either



It's on, I'm sliding if it's wrong or right

Cock back that pistol, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah

It's on, just bought a chopper with a knife

Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah



Here we go, same bitches barking but they don't bite

Hoes always talking fist game but they don't fight

Alright, reload that pistol, all my dogs right

Might have to fire employees, that's boss life

It's on sight, I don't hesistate

See pussies praying, I don't do 'em

Close my eyes then I meditate

Shoot 'em, they body fly up and levitate

How I'm gon' press on all these phonies, gotta let 'em hate

These niggas, they salty just like these bitches too

I cannot f**k with you if I'm not getting rich with you

These fake niggas, they ain't even got no principle

I got my Glock tucked, 'cause nigga I ain't invincible



It's on, I'm sliding if it's wrong or right

Cock back that pistol, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah

It's on, just bought a chopper with a knife

Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah



It's on, I'm sliding if it's right or wrong

Wrong move to put my name up in your song

Boy what type of shit you on?

We beef and you want to call a nigga's phone

f**k a death threat, come try it if you want to

These niggas braggin', geeks

Pressure it then I be poppin' sticks

I'm just beachin', boilin' like a pot of grease

Every night I go to sleep

I pray to God, protect from this Nina

Hide my name up in your case

I hope that G turn into a winner, keep a stick

With a beam, eyes open on the road

Had a dream they stepped on, bullets ripping through my clothes

Take my soul, never, you gon' take one to the nose

Went and jammed, would've got him

Tried to run but he was slow, Peezy



It's on, I'm sliding if it's wrong or right

Cock back that pistol, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah

It's on, just bought a chopper with a knife

Bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night

I'm tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight

I'm slanging iron tonight, yeah
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