Testo Long Nights - Rio Da Yung Og
Testo della canzone Long Nights (Rio Da Yung Og), tratta dall'album 2 Faced
Marc Boomin, this you?
What up, Marc Boomin? Man
(Undefined)
Long nights in the trap
It's Rio
Boys in this bitch, nigga, free Big Ghetto
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 Ray on 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 hos, I need a woman
I feel like Peezy, stack 50, 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 hos, 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
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Writer(s): Marcus Jackson, Evan Eiserloh
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