Lyrics:
Look too many things be major
I don't think nobody out here can save ya
Fell in love with a thot but she played ya
I know you hurt I know you her
gotta bless her (Uh uhhh)
Man I do it on the roads I'm on my jack jones
Backstreet man a nigga got that pack yo
Man I gotta back it if I see these jakes
I
able to walk that walk, because
We ride right, daylight, or after midnight
Gang trump tight, down to dump on sight
Call me the sniper with mo' chips
of the town
The incidents may vary
Jack and Mary Benny (24)
Nick and Sister Kenny (25)
Made the scene for me, too
Like little Lottie Lenya (26)
Helped
Bouncin' in the club
That's how we living
BOBO by my side
Unicorns Hitting
The heat of the night
The beat of our hearts
Our movement is spreadin'
when she sees me
Get intoxicated by her melody
A stone-cold heart, and about her money
She's got it bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad
She falls in love after midnight
Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat
Don't provoke, come fully equipped
Daggered and Cloak so what you wanna do?
I came in bumpin Jack
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
the midnight magic woman had customers from everywhere
you lisa could not turn down a woman crying over a man
and by the next day after midnight she'd have that
for bustin' ya toast, extra clip in ya coat
Til' you on the other side of that barrel, two in ya throat
Nahhh, playboy, you don't want that love
Little
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
Make a midnight classic I love the magic
Turn birds into enemies like Alfred Hitchcock
Psychosocial I tie the slip knot, we stuck in grid lock
Dress in
Rapper by day, but I'm a dad by night
You can have all the money, but your time finite
Uh, yeah, you know we doin' it right
Family over everything's
by the Rolling Stones
Beat my Brother on the table he ownes
When I bounced that Shit lunch line Jones
Those Summer Daze
Those Summer Nights
Summer
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner
Yo, control
miss
You could call me Mr. midnight get you right
You could call me after midnight it's alright
You could call me Mr. midnight, Midnight
You could call
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
So maybe some day after midnight before morning
Meet me to stare down the moon.
Lets take in the air in the space in between us
Til nothing is left
since I dropped Jack Jones
Yeah niggas still playing my old shit
Had to put some friendships in a spliff tho
Coz niggas just needed someone to roll with
2
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8-track,
Robert Earl Keen
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town.
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around.
On Main street after midnight
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
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