Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long Nights, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 16.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Long Nights |
| Marc Boomin, we miss you |
| What up, Marc Boomin? |
| Man |
| Undefined |
| Long nights in the trap |
| It’s Rio |
| Boys in this bitch, nigga, free Big Hero |
| Get in the booth and talk shit, I don’t write hooks |
| Man, I been through so much shit, I can write books |
| I got ten on the floor tonight, how your night look? |
| Hit him with a left and then I shot him with the right hook |
| I’m with Louie 'round Stockton, right by Cook |
| Fed up 'cause niggas really jeffin', I feel like Brooks |
| I ain’t arguin' with no ugly bitch that act how she look |
| Wipe the back of your neck and tell me how the towel look |
| You lil' bum bitch |
| Don’t call me talkin' 'bout no work, bro, that’s some dumb shit |
| I don’t care who get it, boy, I’m squeezing 'til the gun click |
| In France, put my lips on Act' bottles, call that tongue kissing |
| I’m finna pour a six of Acky in a Sunkist |
| You can drink Act' with any pop because it’s scrumptious |
| I was kicking footballs in the park as a young kid |
| Then my uncle tossed a ball of dope and said, «Punt this» |
| I’m tired of fucking with these hoes, I need a woman |
| I feel like Peezy, stack fifty, now I need a hundred |
| Oh, you tryna buy the pills from me? |
| I need a hundred |
| The AR got three extra clips and a drumkit |
| Marc Boomin on the beat, you heard them drums kick |
| Shot him in his back with a four-five, he did a front flip |
| I can cut the air with this new Runtz before the blunt get lit |
| My black bitch just cut her hair, now she look like my cousin |
| I be grinding all week 'cause I want this shit |
| My brother tryna buy some work 'cause he been hustlin' |
| Listen, bro, I cut this shit too much, you don’t want this shit |
| He still bought it 'cause he had a play in Flushing |
| Take your time, when you cook the dope, you can’t be rushing |
| One day I left it in the Rex and almost busted |
| But I ain’t work my wrist in years, I’m kind of rusty |
| I ain’t really pressed about these hoes, I know I’m kinda ugly |
| I heard your EP, you was talkin' 'bout a lot of nothing |
| I ain’t scared of shit, my biggest fear is the condom busting |
| I got into it with my granny 'cause I shot my uncle |
| I’m finna count some dogshit, let me pop my knuckles |
| Still sellin' weed, I ain’t mad, I don’t knock hustles |
| But I was talkin' big shit and made a lot of money |
| I know she got ass shots, she got an awkward booty |
| Unc sniffin' coke and sellin' dope, told him not on duty |