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(C-C-Cozier) Double cup on ice, off these Perkies, I'ma be up all night I'ma be up all night (hey) Ayy Double cup on ice, off these Perkies, I'ma be up all night (I'ma be up all night off the Percs) Know the streets not nice, think twice 'fore you play with your life I been feelin' paranoid Got me runnin' red lights (runnin' red lights) Back when I was doing wrong, I was movin' so right (so right) Now I'm livin' so fast, still prayin' at night Don't get caught up in the hype, we gon' spray it on sight And these niggas ain't gang, don't belong here I've been on the roads every month, been a long year Used to post up selling green like the lawn chair I ain't never read no magazines Who the fuck would ever think that I be on there? (Hey) Who would think that we would be rich through the Sain Laurent? No, I do the Louis V fits No, it ain't no fish fry, pull up and we steam shit Gotta get big how I'm goin' up to Venus Tennis chain on me and it's swinging like Serena I would be a dummy if I ever go believe her I was livin' bummy, niggas savin' up for sneakers This weed came from Cali', this is (?), not no reefer And I'm sippin' juice, make the room slow motion Shorty comin' through, makin' moves, slow motion Let a nigga try to take my juice, he toasted Got diamonds at the pool but that pool not open (not open) Double cup on ice, off these Perkies I'ma be up all night (I'ma be up all night off the Percs) Know the streets not nice, think twice 'fore you play with your life I been feelin' paranoid Got me runnin' red lights (runnin' red lights) Back when I was doing wrong, I was movin' so right (so right) Now I'm livin' so fast, still prayin' at night Don't get caught up in the hype, we gon' spray it on sight And I'm lookin' for that money I ain't lookin' for no wife (lookin' for no wife) I'm lookin' for the racks All diamonds on me ready to attack y'all (attack y'all) Had to cut her off, she like, "What you doin' that for?" Snakes up in the yard Nigga gotta close the backyard (gotta close the backyard) Couldn't beat the charge, what the fuck that nigga rat for? Ridin' with that-, turn a nigga in a track star (yeah) Maybach truck couldn't even do the Trackhawk Always been hustlin', I know how to get a pack off Been with the gang, I ain't comin' in shit doley (hey) New cuban chain, pinkie ring with the big Rollie (hey) I'm on the plane thinkin' 'bout all the times I was out in the cold Now I go get my wrist frozen (go get my wrist frozen) Ain't got no big homie, and fuck the trunk Gotta ride with that shit on me (that shit on me) These niggas drunk if they think they got shit on me Smokin' on skunk, 'member they tried to shit on me She hit the blunt and then she put that shit on me Double cup on ice, off these Perkies, I'ma be up all night (I'ma be up all night off the Percs) Know the streets not nice Think twice 'fore you play with your life I been feelin' paranoid, got me runnin' red lights Back when I was doing wrong, I was movin' so right (so right) Now I'm livin' so fast, still prayin' at night (at night) Don't get caught up in the hype, we gon' spray it on sight (graah)
Writer(s): Jay Critch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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