Wild Nights lyrics

by

Diddy


[Verse 1]
What
Watch these hoes, they quick to tell you what these bums say
Shut your trap, b*tch, you messy as a subway (b*tch shut up)
Where I'm from, B.S. only end one way (Uh)
It's all good 'til that pillow talk turn to gunplay
n*ggas should feel gay askin' 'bout another man
Give you the finger, then I knock you with the other hand (f*ck you)
f*ck them clicks, f*ck them likes, I'm the top rhymin'
Long way from servin' Sacks eatin' Top Ramen
Just gettin' high, yeah, it's time to bring them cars out
Need to smoke, little decks, pull them cards out
You best be ready if you tryna go the war route
Everybody get shots, you would think we bought a bar out
Baby schooled me, now we zoomin' up Mulholland Drive
Look my way, she tried to trip, told her, "Shut up and drive" (Shut up)
She knew to listen, other b*tches blowin' up my phone (f*ck?)
She started yellin', told her, "Quick, you better watch your tone"
In the car, P don't argue 'less it's 'bout the bread
Ain't 'bought sh*t without the chips, like a county spread
Hit your baby momma house, had her spread her legs
Bust my nut and then I dip before she make the bed (Skrrt)
Yeah, I'm a dawg but the Eagle bark (Woof)
Poor butcher but I'll make 'em tear your meat apart
Ferrari swervin', pull up servin' all you garbage cans
Hit the stash, one hunnid grand in a Target bag
[Bridge]
We used to play the hellcat, birdie BMW
Bottles and free dope'll have these b*tches lovin' you
Shipment just came in, active, go pick it up
We got the best grey, yeah, they try to skip it up

[Verse 2]
The money good but I'm feelin' funny inside
Swear I ain't been the same since Jen died
Since the funeral, I cried like ten times
I still ain't over it, if I can keep it ten dimes
Dry my eyes, keep it movin', I got bags to get (I do)
Smellin' like weed in the boujeest establishments (I do)
You girl a bop though I didn't, yeah, I coulda hit her
Coke head, you shoulda seen how that sugar hit her

[Chorus]
Loud pipes, wild nights, shorty, that's my life
I take one 'fore I let you take one for me
Shoutout my homie, Gizzle, she's a fresh ass *bleep*
I f*ck all the hoes, please save some for me

[Verse 3]
Yeah, it's all about the money, man, these n*ggas don't matter
Rich or broke, poor or rich, man, these n*ggas gon' chatter
Baby tryna come up so she lookin' for ladders
Beef time, yeah, I swear we put these n*ggas on platters
And eat 'em up
Instead of shootin' n*ggas, yeah, I'd rather beat 'em up (Beat 'em up)
'Cause if we pop, n*gga's gon' tell and I'ma be in cuffs (pus*y)
Diamond Lane, we for playin', it's just me and luck
n*ggas like us 'cause we been on their song, let's keep it buck (Haters)
I was livin' in my Honda when my first born
Ticker text me, I came quick like a good porn (Ma)
Jaylen came then my temperment had changed some
Studio on Derm, pull a shotty on my day ones
[Bridge]
Had to let these n*ggas know I'm on that dumb sh*t
You come in here and disrepect me, I'ma bust this
I'ma give it to you raw like a slap, b*tch

[Outro]
Problem, the one n*gga y'all don't wanna f*ck with
What
P-P-Problem, the one n*gga y'all don't wanna f*ck with
P-P-Problem, the one n*gga y'all don't wanna f*ck with
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