Nightstand Lyrics

I got it gridlocked, 2 Pac
3 shots, let it sink in
Hot ride outside
Four door, chauffeur driven
Here
I've got more to lose than you
Uuh uuh
Three o'clock in the morning
Y'all be on that other shit, but I ain't on it
Tryina give me your advice, but I don't want it
I've got things to do
Phone ring, I call em later
Just dissed this nigga for my vibrator
Hope you ain't in trouble
Cause I can't save you

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No, no no no no oh
put it on my nightstand, baby
Can you keep it right there baby?
Got it on my nightstand, baby
Excuse me, these won't just save me
Baby, please excuse my behavior
But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?

Tryna mellow out, I need to blaze up

Can't wait to get my back to my nightstand
Got a nigga right here, on my left
I've done rolled him to death
I guess I have to please myself
Hey yeah yeah
Tell me why I can't feel it no more?
Most of y'all niggas can't afford sleeping in my bed
Oh, ooh
That new rrari, Bugatti you rapping about, boo
Its levels you're lying ain't none of it true

Just being honest I promise that jewelry that you gave me
I never even wear it and I like Drake better than you

All my boss bitches know
So, put it on my nightstand, baby
Can you keep it right there baby?
Got it on my nightstand, baby
Excuse me, these potions won't just save me

Baby, please excuse my behavior
But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?
Tryna mellow out, I need to blaze up

Can't wait to get my back to my nightstand
So, put it on my nightstand, baby
Can you keep it right there baby?
Got it on my nightstand, baby
Excuse me, these potions won't just save me
Baby, please excuse my behavior
But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?
Tryna mellow out, I need to blaze up
Can't wait to get my back to my nightstand
Uhhhhh
Wished these niggas knew me better
Tryina tell me who I had in my bed
Poppin' percasetes by the tube
He ain't talking money, keep it moving
Every time I come around
Here's a, here's another lie on the cover
Are they friends? Or just fucking?
You know something gon' come from it
These petty bitches lien they don't know bout me
You can be a play about it
And tell it to my face, what you say about me?
Can't spend another day on it
Save it for the shaderoom
Oh ooh oh
Put it on my nightstand, baby
Oh ooh uuh uuh
Put it on my nightstand
Put it on my nightstand, baby
Put it on my nightstand
Put it on my nightstand, baby