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Night After Night (feat. BuDouble)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Jerome Taylor
Charles Jerome Taylor
Songwriter

Lyrics

Legacy, legacy, legacy Remember them long ass nights In the field with the steel Totin' chrome ass pipes Remember them long ass nights In the field with the steel Totin' chrome ass pipes And everybody tryna do this song That's right But in real life I made this song last night And woo! Last night it was one of them nights I had so many hoes I was feeling like a dyke I brought two of them home Expose them to this life I lived And both them hoes was tryna spend a night I'm like fuck it My since my main bitch wanna fight I'm not gone argue tonight You good shordy, you right Cause putting my hands on her For what? I ain't the type, my pops taught me Don't touch her, just fuck her like she yo wife So I do that I swear I'm the wrong nigga to shoot at Cause you could hide But I'ma find wherever you are Don't be surprised Shells come flying wherever you at Ambulance arrive No you dying wherever you at And I can Merch it Cause nigga them hollow tips It be hurtin' If you ever get shot by one below your waist Then they on purpose Cause I'm tryna merk you I'm tryna hearse you and then dirt you I won't forget about you So I'm a go and get a shirt too That say Rest in Piss They like I love that two cups That's my shit she like I love you too much That's some shit he like now fall back lil bra that's my bitch I'm like you ain't never just cuffed But niggas be crazy as hell Smoke dope to my eyes get lazy as hell Gotta bad bitch riding she crazy as well And this 40 turn his brains to some gravy a meal I'm crazy as hell see this pain you can tell This anger I built you get stained with the steel You think you riding for 'em For his brains you get killed When you hear that 40 bang See his brains let her sing for you Hold on I remember them never ending nights with my celly In at bitch boats smelly 23 and 1 1 shower a week When they pop the trunk got chow for us to eat or the mail Smelling like my gal I smell at shit Inhale that shit think fuck that bitch Cause she want me to pick I ain't finna be stressing over no bitch While I'm doing a bid So fuck it back to the subject Celly if its mines don't touch it If you drop it or flush it They shake this bitch and you got contraband Boy admit that its yours and you just gotta cuff it Yeah I remember them lonely ass nights I was wondering why my homies ain't write Maybe cause they doing wrong shit I'm doing it wrong And I still find time to write some of the bros Lettem know that I'm here hold your head up shorty Trap half way home drizzy just 40 DAMN They just gave a real nigga 40 That's worst than hearing That it ain't yours on maury Niggas ain't real heard it night after night Lost a few homies shit its life not a fight RIP em all on the mic Two cups full of ice drinking sprite after sprite I done been there done at, masked up gun black Night after night making bitch niggas run at Yeah, Yeah pussy nigga run at Crossover to the other side You won't come back Yeah I'm talking barriers hearts getting heavier Six of your best close friends gotta carry ya Met the streets yeah first night that I married her Damn no wonder why my life got scarier 'Member them nights Machine calling my phone like broski I got the pipe If nobody gone ride I know that you want a strike I heard about that crazy shit you did when you was with your wife So I know you with it I pick him up switch rental like fuck it Go op hunting see who I want and I'm like slump him He like i'll trunk him I'm like hell naw cause then you gotta dump Might as well just slump him folk bail out Put 2 in his face that way he don't get to yell out And if you get a case real nigga don't sell out This crack money I'ma save it up til you bail out I throw up two cups light a L put a L out Its tfg pbg the shit I yell out If you can see it doa what it spell out I'm street smart but mama told me don't never fail out But I remember them nights mama told me get the hell out Hold on
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