Lyrics:
I’mma give you for the night
Baby for the night
I’mma get what you like
Dripping to the bottom I clear a little moscato
Pour up all the bottles and pass
game nah
Tell me who the fuck are you deceiving
Got to work hard all day all night
Big dog now all bark all bite
All bark all bite
See I'm done being
Gotta make that money so I can be free
I knew too late root of knowledge grew on trees
Tryna live my life by paying back my debt
The worlds' gone
grandpa
Gone I watch the sky
I say bout 4 bitches all up in my life done
Ever seen my crying
Known to toot file I’ll never lie
And once I’ll do I’ll be
like me I talk you all night have no choice
Telling jokes bout the kids how they bad things we did
When I was young having fun me and y'all pulling stun
she don't date one
I live positive stay away from snitches
Haters and broke niggas with they face hung
All the folks are ready for
Whenever that day
As long as we proceed
To give you what you need
Night, evening, morning time
I know everything you want
Everything you need
Everything will all be
movements, like the president, yeah,
Touchdown in a minute, yeah i Ima hit you up,
Tear the city down, let the paper rip, we gon spend it all,
Lotta smoke,
corn
been doing my night shifts done started from the crack of dawn
real talk fam I want it all, got a nine to five, hustle on the side and not a lot
I'd rip you up and cook your bits till you carbonize
By chance, have you heard of me?
I'm sure you've tried to murder me
Lacerations, blunt traumas no
on bitch I'm in my prime
And I'm on the grind
This feeling gon
Last forever
Even if we all change up we will
Come together
And give the explanation that I
blood all down his tracktop
Them bullies caught him slipping
He curls up when they're kicking
Punching, biting, spitting
Now there's phones out with
should’ve never started
Call me by my government I beg your pardon
Feeling VLONE
Up all night and it’s finna be long
Jumped off the porch I was three years
Blaze up the fire International Reggae music, King Selassie I burn wicked man
Chorus:
Wicked ago fall in this time,
Wicked ago fall in this time,
live in the club and you all know (We f'd up!)
f'd up beyond all recognition
Tryna get this light skinned thang in position
And I'mma keep it
when they should've just listened their intuition
Now they wishing they was switching up their lifestyle
All alone with no one to dial
I'm just a man, I
how to act
Then I show you how to trap
Snatching up souls gotta make a bitch stack
Life is a gamble so I gotta risk that
And shit can get ugly
Riding
this bitch (She do)
And my buzz was dead I just got a revival in this bitch
And I'm going out like Fif because I'm dying to get rich
And by that I mean
Yeah mic check one two one two
Yeah we here live
Reporting live from the booth
It's going to be a storm outside
Uhh Shake my head, industry rap
I
one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends
Then I don't know how to live
Having said that
My future is so bright
I damn near see it from here
Dream about it day and night
Like the kid till
I can show you all this love for you
Roadhouse with you bae get a booth for two, yeah
I'm just trying to see what's up with you
Forty points
do not live by sayings like "faking it 'til I make it"
Look, I only write these songs if my sentence
Is authentic
So whether right or wrong if I said
The unexpected virtue of ignorance people ignoring.
Therefore I stood up all night and pass the morning
Kids died by homicide mother's be mourning
Death will
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