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LATE NIGHT WITAK Video (MV)




Performed By: WITAK
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Kristopher Williams




WITAK - LATE NIGHT WITAK Lyrics




Oh, you can't run from me
And then I'll be what we want

Can't be, dead and gone
I've been out here alone
Don't wanna hear me talk
That's just how the shit go
I'm a big dawg
Can't rush these wrongs
Think I'm in the NBA
The way I'm rollin' through zones
All these rap niggas still clones
I'm here on my own
Baby lying say I feel all these songs
Don't blame her, that's how life goes
I've been tradin' out phones
Don't hate me, for my tone
Kris why you hard to reach
Cause I hate lookin' under me
Bet that y'all still flock to me
They ain't give me no pot to pee
Ex lookin' like she dropped the key
Swear I can't drop the beef
Think that you toppin me
Maybe that baby tied to me
What happened to the Texas seats
Man got you workin' free

We all make mistakes
I just, I just
I can own mine
That's all I'm sayin
Okay
Fr

Money on the f*ckin' table
Dance like somebody paid you
Real niggas ain't able
Support come with a label
F*ck a title, no savior
Consistent like it come on cable
I ain't rappin' no street shit
Maybe why I don't post this
I don't really hate to talk shit
I'm the one that demons cool with
I ain't sold to the bidder
But I ain't missin' dinners either
Trust me, you don't want no ether
I don't have no problem showin' that we ain't equal
I ain't got no problem
Showin' we ain't equal
I ain't got no problem
Showin' we ain't equal
And to the rest of you
For real
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Oh, you can't run from me
And then I'll be what we want

Can't be, dead and gone
I've been out here alone
Don't wanna hear me talk
That's just how the shit go
I'm a big dawg
Can't rush these wrongs
Think I'm in the NBA
The way I'm rollin' through zones
All these rap niggas still clones
I'm here on my own
Baby lying say I feel all these songs
Don't blame her, that's how life goes
I've been tradin' out phones
Don't hate me, for my tone
Kris why you hard to reach
Cause I hate lookin' under me
Bet that y'all still flock to me
They ain't give me no pot to pee
Ex lookin' like she dropped the key
Swear I can't drop the beef
Think that you toppin me
Maybe that baby tied to me
What happened to the Texas seats
Man got you workin' free

We all make mistakes
I just, I just
I can own mine
That's all I'm sayin
Okay
Fr

Money on the f*ckin' table
Dance like somebody paid you
Real niggas ain't able
Support come with a label
F*ck a title, no savior
Consistent like it come on cable
I ain't rappin' no street shit
Maybe why I don't post this
I don't really hate to talk shit
I'm the one that demons cool with
I ain't sold to the bidder
But I ain't missin' dinners either
Trust me, you don't want no ether
I don't have no problem showin' that we ain't equal
I ain't got no problem
Showin' we ain't equal
I ain't got no problem
Showin' we ain't equal
And to the rest of you
For real
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Writer: Kristopher Williams
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