Questioning Your Theory
Night Lovell Lyrics
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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
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 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 Yeah
The lyrics to Night Lovell's song "Questioning Your Theory" are full of braggadocio and swagger, discussing the artist's wealth, power, and ability to attract women. The opening line, "Ass in the front, ho in the back," immediately sets the tone for the rest of the song, which contains a great deal of profanity and boasts about the artist's superiority over others. Lovell raps about making money from his music and being so successful that people want to be around him and his possessions. He also discusses his prowess at attracting women, claiming to have "gotchyo' daughter" and warning others to "step the fuck back" if they try to get in his way.
Despite the confrontational nature of the lyrics, there is an underlying sense of insecurity and desperation. Lovell insists that people do not really know him and that they are jealous of his success. He also hints at his loneliness, saying that he is always "hopping over borders" and that he only finds companionship with "hoarders." Ultimately, the song seems to be a thinly veiled attempt to convince others (and perhaps even himself) of Lovell's worth and value.
Line by Line Meaning
Ass in the front, ho in the back
I have a fancy car, with front and back seats
My shit so good they'll probably tell me that I made a stack
My music is of such high quality that I will inevitably make a fortune
Toppin' bricks on top of bricks
I'm stacking up money, reminiscent of a brick wall
Layin' sticks I'm off this shit, bitch
I'm done with drugs, and I'd like everyone to know
You don't even know my name you claim to know the game
You don't know who I really am, but you're pretending to know how the music industry works
Bitch, I slaughter
I dominate the rap scene
Gotchyo' daughter Step the fuck back, I know you want her now I got her
I've taken your daughter and you can't do anything about it
I'm on some childish shit
I'm acting immature and reckless
You niggas think I'm really playin'
You underestimate me and my talent
I roll up to the function mad as fuck, I'm super-saiyan
I arrive at the party in an angry, aggressive state of mind
Man, you know damn well I pay straight with the commas
I make lots of money and I'm not afraid to spend it
I wanna eat good Nigga catch me at yo' mommas
I enjoy fine dining and I might be at your mother's house to eat
Weird as fuck, you catch me in Dubai on a fuckin' llama
I'm an eccentric person, you might find me riding a llama in Dubai
Hot as fuck, you find me posted in a mother fuckin' sauna
I like to sweat and relax in saunas when I'm feeling hot
Never see me in yo' city, man I straight hop over borders
I travel frequently and don't stay in one city for too long
Gun sacks in my closet, man I straight link with the hoarders
I have a lot of guns stored away, and I associate with others who also hoard weapons
No quarters I'm always gettin' paid, nigga
I'm making money all the time, no matter the circumstances
Don't tell me that you never gettin' played, nigga
Don't try to tell me you're not getting taken advantage of, because I know otherwise
Fake bitches say they really know 'bout me
People who don't know me are pretending to be familiar with my music and life
Forget a fucking lyric, man That's all I gotta see
Mess up the lyrics to one of my songs and I'll be done with you
Get your mother fuckin' hands off me
Don't touch me, I don't like being touched
Try to prove me wrong, I say you gotta fuckin' leave
If you challenge me and I prove you wrong, you need to leave
I was born and raised in a damn igloo
I come from a cold, harsh environment
Dumb bitches really think that's a damn issue
Some people think it's a big deal that I come from a place like that
Night rode up, blacked out, like a shadow in the night
I arrive dramatically and stealthily
Sayin' that I'm always right
I'm confident in myself and my abilities
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