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Night after night
by 8200sean
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Rich 100, show em how you do it
80's 20, not for real
Too much of a bullshit, you're not
Niggas treat you different when you out here havin' much
And when you down to your last half, I don't know
When you goin' through hard times, it be hard to stay fuckin
And I'm back on the money and these lil' niggas know it
Like I'm at the school bus, lil' bitch, I got much
Now I can put you in position if I think you really fuckin
Or I can put you in a spittle if I really think you on it
We don't send no warning shots, if we catch you, then we on it
Stop speakin' at me, before I put a bag on your ass
Put the Reaper on you, now you got a mag to your head
Put my demons on you, now you got a tag on your ass
And there's paper on the floor, I'm throwin' bags to my man
Product of my environment, I still feed the stash
While this bitch lookin' at me like she wanna thust my ass
I was 13, baby girl, I been livin' fast
I ain't in to catchin' ass, bitch, I meant to catch a bag
I better move swift, catch that boy left and flip the whip
Boy, I pitched to grip, 4-5 attached to my hip
Bro, slime out, don't believe me, come and find out
In the field for real, in this shit, it ain't on timeout
It was some beef with some niggas, but that shit had died down
I was goin' through some shit, but a nigga fine now
And that shit changed, lil' nigga, yeah, I still be on stout
Three black trucks, tell lil' bro that we ain't rockin
My dog shot a three, then he went and caught a timeout
Shootin' two to three, don't believe me, come and find out
Shootin' five-sevens, run up on me, shoot you in your head
Bring a paint with me, I cannot leave without my man
My bitch anti, she don't wanna talk, she wanna fuck
I feel like Yanis, bitch, that's cause I be playin' with the bus
My girl Loco, hit you in your favorite Lil' Tuck
Marco Polo, hit you while you playin' with your slime
Better play it smooth, Young Sean always in his groove
And he keep a tool, head tappin', put him on the news
If you don't smoke with me, go and drop a hundred on his crew
And they know it's shine when a black truck slide through
And they know it's shine when a black truck slide through
Rich 100, show em how you do it
80's 20, not for real
Too much of a bullshit, you're not
Niggas treat you different when you out here havin' much
And when you down to your last half, I don't know
When you goin' through hard times, it be hard to stay fuckin
And I'm back on the money and these lil' niggas know it
Like I'm at the school bus, lil' bitch, I got much
Now I can put you in position if I think you really fuckin
Or I can put you in a spittle if I really think you on it
We don't send no warning shots, if we catch you, then we on it
Stop speakin' at me, before I put a bag on your ass
Put the Reaper on you, now you got a mag to your head
Put my demons on you, now you got a tag on your ass
And there's paper on the floor, I'm throwin' bags to my man
Product of my environment, I still feed the stash
While this bitch lookin' at me like she wanna thust my ass
I was 13, baby girl, I been livin' fast
I ain't in to catchin' ass, bitch, I meant to catch a bag
I better move swift, catch that boy left and flip the whip
Boy, I pitched to grip, 4-5 attached to my hip
Bro, slime out, don't believe me, come and find out
In the field for real, in this shit, it ain't on timeout
It was some beef with some niggas, but that shit had died down
I was goin' through some shit, but a nigga fine now
And that shit changed, lil' nigga, yeah, I still be on stout
Three black trucks, tell lil' bro that we ain't rockin
My dog shot a three, then he went and caught a timeout
Shootin' two to three, don't believe me, come and find out
Shootin' five-sevens, run up on me, shoot you in your head
Bring a paint with me, I cannot leave without my man
My bitch anti, she don't wanna talk, she wanna fuck
I feel like Yanis, bitch, that's cause I be playin' with the bus
My girl Loco, hit you in your favorite Lil' Tuck
Marco Polo, hit you while you playin' with your slime
Better play it smooth, Young Sean always in his groove
And he keep a tool, head tappin', put him on the news
If you don't smoke with me, go and drop a hundred on his crew
And they know it's shine when a black truck slide through
And they know it's shine when a black truck slide through
