| Stressing over nothing
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| My bitch calling, fussing over dumb shit
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| A young nigga out here hustling
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| So I guess it’s the shit that it come with
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| Smoking dope until a nigga can’t function
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| All this weed feeling like I’m off of Xanax
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| I swear this shit got me mad vexed
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| But I’m trying to stretch it out, stretching work like it’s Spandex
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| Young niggas on that paper chase
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| Getting money we don’t care about a price to pay
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| Steady praying for some better days
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| Shit fucked up, my homey got life today
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| So my nigga where the weed at?
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| Roll one, man I need that
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| In the streets where the fiends at
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| Niggas eating out here, we don’t need you to feedback
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| I can give a fuck what a nigga say
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| I can give a fuck about what a bitch think
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| But a nigga just took a L just last week
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| It’s hard to think so I smoke myself to sleep
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| My homey got with a couple piece
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| Fucked up thing, they split him 5 a piece
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| Now I’m curing stress with these Swisher Sweets
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| Fuck the money pray to God that shit for me
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| Lot of troubles on my mind
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| Late night
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| So I smoke myself to sleep
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| Roll the blunts
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| Getting high
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| Until I’m fried
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| Seven days a week
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| A lot of shit on my mind
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| Late night
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| So I smoke myself to sleep
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| Roll the blunts
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| Getting high
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| Until I’m fried
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| Seven days a week
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| I smoke myself
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| I smoke myself to sleep
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| Stressing over nothing
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| My bitch calling, fussing over dumb shit
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| A nigga trying to get this money
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| She steady thinking it’s a bitch that I’m fucking with
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| But I’m out late
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| Trying to get cake
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| Gotta keep food on the dinner plate
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| Girl fuck your friends, you gotta let them hate
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| Plus she ain’t got a man so she can’t relate
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| Understand baby they don’t want to see us straight
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| Buy you Alexander Wang just to piss them off
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| Keep you in the finest things
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| Don’t wanna see us fall
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| My heart cold as snowman
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| I done seen it all
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| They call me a dog
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| Joking up but you believe them
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| Girl you know it’s real
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| Can’t let them come between us
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| And you know the deal, tell her never would I leave her
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| Then she checked the mail, feds sent me a subpoena
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| Now I’m fucked up
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| Nigga where the dope?
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| I need to smoke
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| I’m feeling like a fiend
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| I need the weed
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| What the hell they want?
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| I don’t even know
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| But I’m about to smoke myself to sleep
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| My homey got cracked like I said before
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| But me and him was raised on loyalty
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| What happened to these niggas sticking to the code?
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| Case closed man this nigga done told on me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Late Night, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Ill Street Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп