"Nite Lyfe" lyrics
District 12, club Cachè
Where the ballers brought the baddest bitches out to play
Classic soul or I'm in classic hits
Or at the catwalk goin' ratchet with my ratchet bitch
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
Yeah, District 12, club Caché
Fuck 12 and all the fake niggas in the way
Neck full of ice, tryna fuck a nigga wife tonight
Dead on, I'm lit bitch, got me feelin' right
If I was dead wrong, a stick with a switch, no time to fight
Bitch just says its on, got a nigga duckin' headlights
While he heading home, uh
I met a lil' bitch in the catwalk
Got some head then went to Caché
I got a lil' bitch say she work at the Diamond
Went broke her off, a hell of a payday
I'm sippin' rosé in Club Rosé
I went to the Pony, got four play
They play, shake that ass at the Gold Club
Soon as I walk through the doorway, holla at the DJ
Take a picture with a few of my nigga, pick hoe and leave
Now bitch I'm crunk like a motor
That gas and oil is what I need
Bougie bitch don't like smokin'
In here talkin' bout she can't breathe
You know where to find me, if you ever come to Memphis, Tennessee
District 12 club Cachè
Where the ballers brought the baddest bitches out to play
Classic soul or I'm in classic hits
Or at the catwalk goin' ratchet with my ratchet bitch
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
Yeah, District 12, club Caché
Fuck 12 and all the fake niggas in the way
These hoes get me fight temptations
Feel like David Ruffin, off in reservations
Ammunition, while in prohibition
While I'm on probation
Off in love, ain't lookin' for love
I'm just tryin' to fuck, hoe, what's up
Club 152 until the sun come up
I met a lil' bitch at the orchard
Lil' bitch was ratchet and gorgeous
Up her leg tattoos of a orchard
Black bodysuit and black forces
You know the freaks come out at midnight
Deep in the South, at club insight
Chopper out at the wafflehouse
Hoe had dog fight all cause her order wasn't right
Firearm be nickel foreign the vehicle
Four arm on icesickle
Cachè and privè I stopped by both of them
Cause Gotti and Bagg them my niggas
I walk in the club with both of my pistols
I walk out with both of my bitches
With ice on both of my wrists
I'm standing on grizzles, you know I'm from Memphis
District 12, club Cachè
Where the ballers brought the baddest bitches out to play
Classic soul or I'm in classic hits
Or at the catwalk goin' ratchet with my ratchet bitch
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
Yeah, District 12, club Caché
Fuck 12 and all the fake niggas in the way
Where the ballers brought the baddest bitches out to play
Classic soul or I'm in classic hits
Or at the catwalk goin' ratchet with my ratchet bitch
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
Yeah, District 12, club Caché
Fuck 12 and all the fake niggas in the way
Neck full of ice, tryna fuck a nigga wife tonight
Dead on, I'm lit bitch, got me feelin' right
If I was dead wrong, a stick with a switch, no time to fight
Bitch just says its on, got a nigga duckin' headlights
While he heading home, uh
I met a lil' bitch in the catwalk
Got some head then went to Caché
I got a lil' bitch say she work at the Diamond
Went broke her off, a hell of a payday
I'm sippin' rosé in Club Rosé
I went to the Pony, got four play
They play, shake that ass at the Gold Club
Soon as I walk through the doorway, holla at the DJ
Take a picture with a few of my nigga, pick hoe and leave
Now bitch I'm crunk like a motor
That gas and oil is what I need
Bougie bitch don't like smokin'
In here talkin' bout she can't breathe
You know where to find me, if you ever come to Memphis, Tennessee
District 12 club Cachè
Where the ballers brought the baddest bitches out to play
Classic soul or I'm in classic hits
Or at the catwalk goin' ratchet with my ratchet bitch
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
Yeah, District 12, club Caché
Fuck 12 and all the fake niggas in the way
These hoes get me fight temptations
Feel like David Ruffin, off in reservations
Ammunition, while in prohibition
While I'm on probation
Off in love, ain't lookin' for love
I'm just tryin' to fuck, hoe, what's up
Club 152 until the sun come up
I met a lil' bitch at the orchard
Lil' bitch was ratchet and gorgeous
Up her leg tattoos of a orchard
Black bodysuit and black forces
You know the freaks come out at midnight
Deep in the South, at club insight
Chopper out at the wafflehouse
Hoe had dog fight all cause her order wasn't right
Firearm be nickel foreign the vehicle
Four arm on icesickle
Cachè and privè I stopped by both of them
Cause Gotti and Bagg them my niggas
I walk in the club with both of my pistols
I walk out with both of my bitches
With ice on both of my wrists
I'm standing on grizzles, you know I'm from Memphis
District 12, club Cachè
Where the ballers brought the baddest bitches out to play
Classic soul or I'm in classic hits
Or at the catwalk goin' ratchet with my ratchet bitch
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
I'm bout' to pop some bottles, I'm bout' to fuck some hoes
Yeah, District 12, club Caché
Fuck 12 and all the fake niggas in the way
