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fight night Video (MV)




Performed By: thottie
Language: English
Length: 1:44
Written by: eli p




thottie - fight night Lyrics
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Please don't get me mad
Please don't get me tight
I just woke up, count a bag
I'm touching money every night
They gon try to put me down but ima try wit all my might
And now them niggas don't come around, cause yea they know I got my ice
I got ice, ice
Got a bad lil shawty, look like ice spice
I been punching on the beat, can call me fight night
We gon spin the block wit choppas, make em all hide
Okay, if I'm in it till i win it, tell me who the f*ck the best? (yea)
I keep standing on the block just with my cash, its just to flex (yea)
Kinda got her hopes up, told her she was next (yea)
And niggas think they post up, tell em "thats a bet" (yea)
Brodie really hit em wit that chop until he not here
He tryna cross the street, fa , shoot em like a deer
Hanging wit the white girls, they tryna drink a beer
They try to blurry my goals but this shit crystal clear
Please don't get me mad
Please don't get me tight
I just woke up, count a bag
I'm touching money every night
They gon try to put me down but ima try wit all my might
And now them niggas don't come around, cause yea they know I got my ice
I got ice, ice
Got a bad lil shawty, look like ice spice
I been punching on the beat, can call me fight night
We gon spin the block wit choppas, make em all hide
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Please don't get me mad
Please don't get me tight
I just woke up, count a bag
I'm touching money every night
They gon try to put me down but ima try wit all my might
And now them niggas don't come around, cause yea they know I got my ice
I got ice, ice
Got a bad lil shawty, look like ice spice
I been punching on the beat, can call me fight night
We gon spin the block wit choppas, make em all hide
Okay, if I'm in it till i win it, tell me who the f*ck the best? (yea)
I keep standing on the block just with my cash, its just to flex (yea)
Kinda got her hopes up, told her she was next (yea)
And niggas think they post up, tell em "thats a bet" (yea)
Brodie really hit em wit that chop until he not here
He tryna cross the street, fa , shoot em like a deer
Hanging wit the white girls, they tryna drink a beer
They try to blurry my goals but this shit crystal clear
Please don't get me mad
Please don't get me tight
I just woke up, count a bag
I'm touching money every night
They gon try to put me down but ima try wit all my might
And now them niggas don't come around, cause yea they know I got my ice
I got ice, ice
Got a bad lil shawty, look like ice spice
I been punching on the beat, can call me fight night
We gon spin the block wit choppas, make em all hide
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Writer: eli p
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