Rich Boy
Nights Like This
Nights like This I WishTo ride Low In The chevy hit a switchIn the city burning killer with a bitchMirror mirror on the wall call me the shitI'mCreeping up on ya' bending cornersThat reefer aroma, strong as ammoniaBut we keep it on usNiggas is no longer importin'You had your momentBut we still smokingSeason is open on duck ass niggas who don't know what the code isIf the g's brung' you up then you would have known thisNow witness the coldestNow I'm rolling my own shitOwnership, owning this, owning thatPark them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whipIdentified by what you driveThe streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyesAnd sharp muhfukng teeth it will eat your ass aliveLiving dangerously high this hustle is a drug this game is a bitch the only one i loveYup, yup. I’m in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top glassed outMe & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed outCatch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet LifeSongtexteMy pockets got an appetite that make the pussy pop tonightLoud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge ?[Hook Tiny C]????????????[Hook]
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