| Yeah, yeah, | |
| Z-Ro, DP, | |
| Billy Cook lay it down | |
| All night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah [Z-Ro] | |
| We can ball all day, four play in the hallway | |
| Taking trips overseas, | |
| France, England, and my way | |
| I'm the Don | |
| Datta, but you can't be my baby mama | |
| Let me save you the drama, roll on like a | |
| Yokohama We can, go half on the room, and half on a sack | |
| And while you breaking the buzz down, | |
| I'ma be hitting it from the back | |
| Bend over baby, | |
| I got something to show you baby | |
| Turn around on your back toes up on the shoulders baby | |
| Steady deep stroking don't mind me, just keep smoking | |
| Bust a lot to break the serve and the soda water open | |
| But you ain't my may thang, just a little something to the side | |
| So don't talk when | |
| I'm talking on the phone, you keep quiet | |
| Just open your mouth wide and let me put it inside | |
| Smoke a sweet and to finish my cup and then it's time to slide | |
| Don't worry about nothing cause it's confidential | |
| Open up your runway for my ?con? to dent you [Chorus x2: Billy Cook vocalizing in background] | |
| All night long, all night | |
| We be smoked all night | |
| All night long, all night | |
| As we flip and sip pink sprite [Z-Ro] | |
| Put a six in a | |
| Cris we gone sip on that | |
| It's harder than a roll of quarters put your hips on that | |
| Removing your thong, penetrate the pick and it's on | |
| Still sipping and smoking stroking steady making you moan | |
| I'm number 0 | |
| City Don, got a cottage by the barn | |
| Automatic gauges vicious dogs roaming the lawn | |
| You got to worry about nothing except for keeping me happy | |
| And if it's with you than a bitch steady tapping and nappy [DP] | |
| Steady tapping and nappy, getting the headboards clapping | |
| Hell shot, pussy with your man asking what happened | |
| And no excuses out your mouth cause you've been riding with me | |
| Arrange my soldiers, | |
| T-H-U-G See you can tell from the smile and the way that you strip | |
| Something ain't right, though nigga been all up in the guts | |
| Better soak on some alcohol, and leave me alone | |
| Bitch ask for the cash | |
| I get it [Chorus x2] [Z-Ro] | |
| I need a thug bitch, a shop lift and sell drug bitch | |
| But don't be tripping when | |
| I'm pimping in the club bitch | |
| We can hit the telly and get under the sheets | |
| Knocking you down till | |
| I move around back on the streets | |
| And keep rolling, got to keep my benjamins folding | |
| Then I'm coming back to beat it up until it's swollen | |
| Baby it's non stopping fix a nigga a plate | |
| So don't worry | |
| I be coming to your house real late | |
| Meanwhile | |
| I'm a soldier in the battlefield | |
| I'm on a mission trying to get it, | |
| I'ma make a mill | |
| With or without you, but if you down | |
| Then we can do it together, drank rubbers and automatic rounds | |
| But don't be tripping when | |
| I say I need space | |
| I ain't cheating but it's some reason it's a knee case | |
| I'm a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs and shit | |
| But when I'm fucking you it's beautiful | |
| I love the shit [Chorus x4] |
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