| Young nigga and I’m self made
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| Blowing smoke while I switch lanes, yeah
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| I’m knowing that these niggas hate
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| Riding around with the top down so I’m feeling shade
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| It was back in my days
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| Now I got steak and lobster on my dinner plate
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| For six months I was in the cage
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| But I didn’t fault a nigga, couldn’t lose faith
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| Cause he come up from nothing, got my niggas stunting
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| If I had to I’d do it again
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| Still flexing that now we in the Benz
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| Shawty flexing on me, and her friends
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| You run up your family won’t see you again
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| Caught me a strike, almost went to the pen
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| Call up a lawyer, got money to spend, yeah
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| Put this bullshit behind me
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| Then tried to hit me with a nine piece
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| Now I’m riding around with a dime piece, yeah
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| Still keep that Glock right beside me, yeah
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| She not my main thing, just a nice fling, yeah
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| But I give her dick til she me, yeah
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| And I ain’t hiding me, if you looking for me
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| On the east side is where you find me, yeah
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| Ride around stunting baby all night
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| Arm out the window, Rolly all ice
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| I’m really getting money and it’s all mine
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| I keep that pistol on me, know we alright
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| Ride around stunting baby all night
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| Arm out the window, Rolly all ice
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| I’m really getting money and it’s all mine
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| I keep that pistol on me, know we alright
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| Know we alright, know we alright yeah
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| From all them times we stayed up grinding them long nights yeah
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| Feel like with the Pyrex, been trapping that off white yeah
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| As a kid used to dream of a Cutlass dual exhaust pipes, uh
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| Can you believe I went got it?
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| Ask about Cutthroat, we poppin' yeah
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| Discussions know we be the topic
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| Remember shopping at Hot Topic yeah
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| Now it’s Louis, Gucci
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| Used to front on me now she wanna do me
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| Back in grade school I thought I had the cooties
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| Now the same bitches throwing me the coochie
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| I went back and got it cause I worked for it
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| Too many times that I heard about ole boy
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| He was riding clean, got addicted lean
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| Now he a fiend, he ain’t got shit to show for it
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| This type of shit seem folklore
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| I lost it all then got it all back right
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| I had to go and get my act right
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| Now a nigga sliding car smelling like black ice
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| Ride around stunting baby all night
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| Arm out the window, Rolly all ice
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| I’m really getting money and it’s all mine
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| I keep that pistol on me, know we alright
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| Ride around stunting baby all night
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| Arm out the window, Rolly all ice
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| I’m really getting money and it’s all mine
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| I keep that pistol on me, know we alright |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Night , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп