f/ Billy Cook, DP(Billy Cook)Yeah, yeah, Z-Ro, DP, Billy Cook lay it downAll night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah[Z-Ro]We can ball all day, four play in the hallwayTaking trips overseas, France, England, and my wayI'm the Don Datta, but you can't be my baby mamaLet me save you the drama, roll on like a YokohamaWe can, go half on the room, and half on a sackAnd while you breaking the buzz down, I'ma be hitting it from the backBend over baby, I got something to show you babyTurn around on your back toes up on the shoulders babySteady deep stroking don't mind me, just keep smokingBust a lot to break the serve and the soda water openBut you ain't my may thang, just a little something to the sideSo don't talk when I'm talking on the phone, you keep quietJust open your mouth wide and let me put it insideSmoke a sweet and to finish my cup and then it's time to slideDon't worry about nothing cause it's confidentialOpen up your runway for my ?con? to dent you(Chorus - 2x (Billy Cook vocalizing in background)All night long, all nightWe be smoked all nightAll night long, all nightAs we flip and sip pink sprite[Z-Ro]Put a six in a Cris we gone sip on thatIt's harder than a roll of quarters put your hips on thatRemoving your thong, penetrate the pick and it's onStill sipping and smoking stroking steady making you moanI'm number 0 City Don, got a cottage by the barnAutomatic gauges vicious dogs roaming the lawnYou got to worry about nothing except for keeping me happyAnd if it's with you than a bitch steady tapping and nappy[DP]Steady tapping and nappy, getting the headboards clappingHell shot, pussy with your man asking what happenedAnd no excuses out your mouth cause you've been riding with meArrange my soldiers, T-H-U-GSee you can tell from the smile and the way that you stripSomething ain't right, though nigga been all up in the gutsBetter soak on some alcohol, and leave me aloneBitch ask for the cash I get it(Chorus - 2x)[Z-Ro]I need a thug bitch, a shop lift and sell drug bitchBut don't be tripping when I'm pimping in the club bitchWe can hit the telly and get under the sheetsKnocking you down till I move around back on the streetsAnd keep rolling, got to keep my benjamins foldingThen I'm coming back to beat it up until it's swollen Baby it's non stopping fix a nigga a plateSo don't worry I be coming to your house real lateMeanwhile I'm a soldier in the battlefieldI'm on a mission trying to get it, I'ma make a millWith or without you, but if you downThen we can do it together, drank rubbers and automatic roundsBut don't be tripping when I say I need spaceI ain't cheating but it's some reason it's a knee caseI'm a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs and shitBut when I'm fucking you it's beautiful I love the shit(Chorus - 4x)
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