Young B Black - Last Night Lyrics

Oh yea
Oh yea
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Last night I got f*cked up
Oh yeah
I brung the bands out
Oh yeah
I threw all the ones up
Yeah yeah yeah
And my pockets is swolled up
Swole
I beat her back in
Til dat pussy was swolled up
Yeah yeah yeah
And we walk thru the whole club
I gotta stay focused
Cuz the whole city know us
Yeah yeah yeah
Last night i got f*cked
I brung da bands out
I threw all the ones up
Yeah yeah yeah
I cannot slip dog
Oh no
I cannot trip dog
Uh uhhhn
Im on my shit dog
Oh yeah
Im bouta take off
Im on a spaceship
We bouta lift off
They call me B Black
Im f*ckin ya bitch dog
I am not lil bro
They call me Big Dawg
Go get ya bands up
You looking pissed off
I get them pounds in
I used to get nicks off
Call it gymnastics
Im making a flip dog
Push that coupe to da limit
I used to ride in a lemon
Now i get money and spend it
Swiping my card unlimited
Her pussy wet i swim in it
Im Ice Cube Mike Epps
Im all bout the bejamins
Yeah yeah
This trap money is endless
My nigga you cannot end this
I don't need you on my friend list
My life is a movie no ending
I put dem racks on my pendant
Trappin got me independent
Im stackin i dont need a pension
Put dat dick in her appendix
We dont do no penny penchin
Yellow yellow what im sippin
Pockets blue like im crippin
Diamonds nee and they hittin
Shoulda knew had a mission
Stackin money till it dont fold
Street niggaz and they heart cold
Real niggaz and they dont fold
Last night I got f*cked up
Oh yeah
I brung da bands out
Oh yeah
I threw all the ones up
Yeah yeah yeah
And my pockets is swolled up
Swole
I beat her back in
Til dat pussy was swolled up
Yeah yeah yeah
And we walk thru the whole club
I gotta stay focused
Cuz da whole city know us
Yeah yeah yeah
Last night i got f*cked
I brung the bands out
I threw all da ones up
Yeah yeah yeah
I gotta lean addiction
Get sprite pour lean up in it
Its like a dream im living
You shoulda seen da bitches
I gotta team of hittaz
Got good aim no missing
No mo pain im living
No mo pain im living
Mami dont come wit dat bitchin
I was just minding my business
Thinking bout all of my riches
Gotta whole bottle its finished
Ran thru the patron
Now im in the whip speeding like nascar
I really live like a Trap Star
Yeah yeah
Ima real nigga dont act hard
I just might go buy the whole bar
Im in da whip and its push start
Got ya lil bitch in my kush jar
I dun took off i dun passed Mars
Still feel the pain from the old scars
Open the trunk its a Ar
Mickey mouse drum on dat lil bitch
Pablo Juan im hood rich
Ig she wanna take pics
Hit da club up yea thats him
Standing on yhe couch in the section
Always up no restin
This real life no flexin
Spendin yo whole life cappin
Spendin my whole life trappin
Last night I got f*cked up
Oh yeah
I brung da bands out
Oh yeah
I threw all the ones up
Yeah yeah yeah
And my pockets is swolled up
Swole
I beat her back in
Til that pussy was swolled up
Yeah yeah yeah
And we walk thru the whole club
I gotta stay focused
Cuz the whole city know us
Yeah yeah yeah
Last night i got f*cked
I brung da bands out
I threw all the ones up
Yeah yeah yeah