Lyrics K. Michelle

K. Michelle

Nightstand

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

Uh uh

Three o'clock in the morning

Y'all be on that other shit, but I ain't on it

Tryna 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

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

These pills and these potions gon' 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 rode 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

These pills and these potions gon' 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

These pills and these potions gon' 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

Uh

Wished these niggas knew me better

Tryna tell me who I had in my bed

Poppin' percocets by the two

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 lying 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 uh uh

Put it on my nightstand

Put it on my nightstand, baby

Put it on my nightstand

Put it on my nightstand, baby