ScHoolboy Q - Hell of a Night Lyrics
[Hook x2]Get up out your seatYou can have my drinkLet me see you danceGet up off your feetYou can be my freakLet me see you jamWhen the sun fallsThen the moon lightsMight be a hell of a nightGo, go, go, go....[Verse 1]Shit’s real and I just begunSo many ladies wanna share my tongueUh, man this life of mineMe in the lead being pressed for timeSo the bottle gon’ popThen my record gon’ spinThen them hoes gon’ jockAin’t no telling how my night might endNight life in the bright lightsUh, swagging hard in my ConcordsYou at the bottom, we the Top DawgsWe get high as them elevatorsTake a sip with meNow move your hips with meNow make it dip for meNow will you ride for me?Will you die for me?WIll you jump off a cliff and hit the sky with me?Uh, ménage á troìs, four titties, no bras and no flawsYou, me, and her ball with no drawersGet high with a God I am no starFeeling good, all this money on my bank card10 grand in my pocket, nigga, all oursPorsche Panamera, uh, yeah, four doorsPedal to the floor, ain’t that what it’s made for?[Bridge]I ain’t minding if the world stopsSaid I ain’t minding if the world stopsWe been living up in Hell’s shopWe been living up in Hell’s shopSo I’ma live it to the top notchSo I’ma take it to the top notchI ain’t running if the world stopsSaid I ain’t minding if the world stopsWe been living up in Hell’s shopWe been living up in Hell’s shopSo I’ma live it to the top notch***** with me[Hook x2][Verse 2]Uh, got the whole world tryna figure out QYou can never find a nigga do what I doTDE, I’m the nigga from the crewHit it one time, now she wanting round twoGhetto chick, but I love them bamboosNo lean, but I chopped and screwedShe want a groovy type, bucket hat dudeChampagne pop, I’m about that lifeMolly gon’ pop, I’m about that lifeBackwood toke, I’m about that lifeLiving good, might not remember this nightWorld might end, so I’m living my life***** hanging out, I ain’t tryna fly kitesTryna go to Paris? Nigga hit me on the SkypeTryna do a show? Nigga twenty for the hypeUh, don’t touch me, *****, I’m famousTryna party and bang my fingersLiving large, I’m an entertainerSo cold but I come with flamersFirst sex, she up in my closetWhips drawers while I top depositsGirl let me see you stop and pause it***** around, might pay your mortage[Bridge][Hook x2]
