Toda la noche (feat. Naps y Jul)

Voluptyk
(Okay, okay)
Scar
Kiddy made this beat

An express kidnapping, then tied up in an elevator
Ask about Spain if there's anyone better
I’m not scared of anything, I’ve got no shame (Why?)
Sativa says to write, so I can make a strainer (Wait, wait)

As if they knew, Marseille never fails here (Never)
And you in Marbella, checking if you measure up
My life is beautiful, I don’t cross the line
And you crash, just to get a hit (Damn)

I don’t stop to think, is anyone gonna love me?
With me, will they force it? If they can’t handle it later
You gotta know how to treat, convince the client (No)
I don’t have a boss, I don’t take orders

I walk into Castellane, speaking Spanish
German crew, we cross your group
Everyone knows where they’re going, and where we’re from
Everyone knows where they’re going, where we’re from

I’m hot at night, oh-oh-oh
I’m hot at night, oh-oh-oh

At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah

All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah

Bro, if you hit me, I’m not guaranteeing
I only pulled out some chestnuts (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
In the street, I don’t act like a big shot (No, no, no)
You know, gotta respect the parents

Your boys are made like Tintin
My boys are crazy like Boubou
I roll with a team of wild ones
I make pop songs, it goes (whoo, whoo)

Whoo whoo bang, soft zinc
I see you getting all excited, soft zinc

Life is simple, I could’ve been
From Lyon or Toulouse

Aye-aye-aye, Vatos locos
Aye-aye-aye, I’m revving the T-Max
Aye-aye-aye, with my pretty girl
Aye-aye-aye, on the dirt bike
No, gotta do things, don’t just talk
When you do the math, don’t get lost
At night, parked in a corner

Masked, hooded, I could start you up
I came into the game like a tidal wave
When I score, I celebrate like Riyad Mahrez

I’m hot at night, oh-oh-oh
I’m hot at night, oh-oh-oh

At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah

All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah

(Okay)

It’s over tonight, we broke it
I’m thinking, rolling a well-packed joint
It’s nice to see you in Versace
You piece of shit, you sold the white stuff in bags

Sometimes we get into fights but I didn’t have cash to pay
I looked at the bill, it’s way too salty
I park after the ride, eat at the restaurant on the rock

I’m coming down from Aygalades, rolling a big
Joint in the car
Well-rolled joint, packed, okay tell me, ¿Qué pasa?
Forget it, that’s in the past, don’t worry, my house is your house
It’s been a comeback, towards La Línea
There’s the guard, big checkpoint towards Málaga

Had to do the math, it didn’t answer when it beeped
Had to make some cash, had to make some sounds, had to apply myself
The night rolls all night
In the car, it rolls all night

I’m hot at night, oh-oh-oh
I’m hot at night, oh-oh-oh

At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah
At night, ah-ah, ah-ah

All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah
All night, oah-ah, ah-ah