Last night I was sitting on the fence
Should I cut it off
Let her run right back
All that jibber jab
Shit gets on my last
Shit get on my lap
Like a quarter back
She gon drop it back
Throw that ass
Ain't no one hand catch
Its too big for that
She too thick for that
F*ck it I was gon be good off that
But it's good like that
She love to call me dad
And ain't no deadbeat dad
But don't make me the bad guy
F*ck was going on last night
Yeah way too much dramatics
I want rovers straight from Mars
I'm not good with just whipping Saturn's
I took L's that started pattern
I broke free of that look what happened
I'm not settling for less action
Can't be held back with distractions
Niggas fall off f*ck it it happens
Shordies fall out and act like it's all you
All she wanna do is argue
I charge to the game but bout time I charge you
Know it ain't easy but shouldn't be hard too
Gave too many part twos
F*ck it I do what I got to yeah
Thats why you still up on my line
I can't lie
Its been a hundred times
I go back and forth
Like the London Times
Make sure that you k
You alright
Okay you okay
Make sure that we fine
Know I'm on your mind
You make me the villain like I'm megamind
Every single time
Read your lips like a hundred times
I can read your mind
I know you on that type of time
So just come thru enjoy the vibe
Even if its for the last time
Last night I was sitting on the fence
Should I cut it off
Let her run right back
All that jibber jab
Shit gets on my last
Shit get on my lap
Like a quarter back
She gon drop it back
Throw that ass
Ain't no one hand catch
Its too big for that
She too thick for that
F*ck it I was gon be good off that
But it's good like that
She love to call me dad
And ain't no deadbeat dad
But don't make me the bad guy
F*ck was going on last night
Austin Fortson - Last Night Lyrics
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Last night I was sitting on the fence
Should I cut it off
Let her run right back
All that jibber jab
Shit gets on my last
Shit get on my lap
Like a quarter back
She gon drop it back
Throw that ass
Ain't no one hand catch
Its too big for that
She too thick for that
F*ck it I was gon be good off that
But it's good like that
She love to call me dad
And ain't no deadbeat dad
But don't make me the bad guy
F*ck was going on last night
Yeah way too much dramatics
I want rovers straight from Mars
I'm not good with just whipping Saturn's
I took L's that started pattern
I broke free of that look what happened
I'm not settling for less action
Can't be held back with distractions
Niggas fall off f*ck it it happens
Shordies fall out and act like it's all you
All she wanna do is argue
I charge to the game but bout time I charge you
Know it ain't easy but shouldn't be hard too
Gave too many part twos
F*ck it I do what I got to yeah
Thats why you still up on my line
I can't lie
Its been a hundred times
I go back and forth
Like the London Times
Make sure that you k
You alright
Okay you okay
Make sure that we fine
Know I'm on your mind
You make me the villain like I'm megamind
Every single time
Read your lips like a hundred times
I can read your mind
I know you on that type of time
So just come thru enjoy the vibe
Even if its for the last time
Last night I was sitting on the fence
Should I cut it off
Let her run right back
All that jibber jab
Shit gets on my last
Shit get on my lap
Like a quarter back
She gon drop it back
Throw that ass
Ain't no one hand catch
Its too big for that
She too thick for that
F*ck it I was gon be good off that
But it's good like that
She love to call me dad
And ain't no deadbeat dad
But don't make me the bad guy
F*ck was going on last night
Should I cut it off
Let her run right back
All that jibber jab
Shit gets on my last
Shit get on my lap
Like a quarter back
She gon drop it back
Throw that ass
Ain't no one hand catch
Its too big for that
She too thick for that
F*ck it I was gon be good off that
But it's good like that
She love to call me dad
And ain't no deadbeat dad
But don't make me the bad guy
F*ck was going on last night
Yeah way too much dramatics
I want rovers straight from Mars
I'm not good with just whipping Saturn's
I took L's that started pattern
I broke free of that look what happened
I'm not settling for less action
Can't be held back with distractions
Niggas fall off f*ck it it happens
Shordies fall out and act like it's all you
All she wanna do is argue
I charge to the game but bout time I charge you
Know it ain't easy but shouldn't be hard too
Gave too many part twos
F*ck it I do what I got to yeah
Thats why you still up on my line
I can't lie
Its been a hundred times
I go back and forth
Like the London Times
Make sure that you k
You alright
Okay you okay
Make sure that we fine
Know I'm on your mind
You make me the villain like I'm megamind
Every single time
Read your lips like a hundred times
I can read your mind
I know you on that type of time
So just come thru enjoy the vibe
Even if its for the last time
Last night I was sitting on the fence
Should I cut it off
Let her run right back
All that jibber jab
Shit gets on my last
Shit get on my lap
Like a quarter back
She gon drop it back
Throw that ass
Ain't no one hand catch
Its too big for that
She too thick for that
F*ck it I was gon be good off that
But it's good like that
She love to call me dad
And ain't no deadbeat dad
But don't make me the bad guy
F*ck was going on last night
Writer: Austin Fortson
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