Questioning Your Theory (Explicit)

Questioning Your Theory - Night Lovell

Ass in the front ho in the back

My shit so good they'll probably tell me that I made a stack

Toppin' bricks on top of bricks

Layin' sticks I'm off this shit bitch

You don't even know my name you claim to know the game

Bitch I slaughter

Gotchyo' daughter

Step the fuck back I know you want her now I got her

I'm on some childish shit

You niggas think I'm really playin'

I roll up to the function mad as fuck I'm super-saiyan

Man you know damn well I pay straight with the commas

I wanna eat good

Nigga catch me at yo' mommas

Weird as fuck you catch me in Dubai on a fuckin' llama

Hot as fuck you find me posted in a mother fuckin' sauna

Never see me in yo' city man

I straight hop over borders

Gun sacks in my closet man

I straight link with the hoarders

No quarters

I'm always gettin' paid nigga

Don't tell me that you never gettin' played nigga

Nigga nigga

Know 'bout me know 'bout me niggas know 'bout me

Know 'bout me know 'bout me niggas know 'bout me yeah

Fake bitches say they really know 'bout me

Forget a fucking lyric man

That's all I gotta see

Get your mother fuckin' hands off me

Try to prove me wrong I say you gotta fuckin' leave

Never see

I was born and raised in a damn igloo

Dumb bitches really think that's a damn issue

Night rode up blacked out like a shadow in the night

Sayin' that I'm always right

Know 'bout me know 'bout me niggas know 'bout me

Know 'bout me know 'bout me niggas know 'bout me yeah