Music Video

Every Night (feat. Iamsu!)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool John
Kool John
Performer
P-LO
P-LO
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kool John
Kool John
Songwriter
P-LO
P-LO
Songwriter
Iamsu!
Iamsu!
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iamsu!
Iamsu!
Producer

Lyrics

I can't fuck with broke hoes No, no, no, no, no But if that head right I be there every night In the game so you know I gotta play right I can't fuck with broke hoes No, no, no, no, no But if that head right I be there every night In the game so you know I gotta play right Real bad bitches got they own cheese Give her that thang then she won't leave She with me, better ends up She with me, she a 10 plus The first night I got her on her knees She with you, man, she just wanna leave I'm ballin' like I'm playin' on a team She want me cause I'm always on a scene Got no time if you broke My ex always hatin' on the loud Only blow loud when I smoke She know I go deep when I stroke (Aye) She gave me that A1 no steak Want it right now I can't wait You act like you real, but you fake You broke, but you want me to chase I can't fuck with broke hoes No, no, no, no, no But if that head right I be there every night In the game so you know I gotta play right I can't fuck with broke hoes No, no, no, no, no But if that head right I be there every night In the game so you know I gotta play right I can't fuck with these broke bitches, man, they need a fixin' I can't mix with these broke niggas cause my grind is different I don't let 'em get too close, you know I keep a distance And she want me cause I'm ballin' like Spalding and Wilson You ain't sayin' I'm the hottest, you gotta be kiddin' I'm always listen' to myself, go with my intuition And these broke hoes that I'm dissin', that's my own decision Cause a nigga gettin' money like college tuition Fuck what a broke nigga gotta say If you ain't gettin' money then we can't relate Two gold chains, they light up like a microwave And she let me get the pussy with no title (hey!) Smokin' on some shit, it's called danger I be in and out, I'd probably fuck a loose stranger She let me hit that's a [?] See a broke bitch, I'm throwin' up the middle finger I can't fuck with broke hoes No, no, no, no, no But if that head right I be there every night In the game so you know I gotta play right I can't fuck with broke hoes No, no, no, no, no But if that head right I be there every night In the game so you know I gotta play right
Writer(s): Jonathan Faulk, Paulo Rodriguez, Sudan Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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