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Z-Ro - All Night Long lyrics
f/ Billy Cook, DP (Billy Cook) Yeah, yeah, Z-Ro, DP, Billy Cook lay it down All night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah [Z-Ro] We can ball all day, four play in the hallway Taking trips overseas, France, England, and my way I'm the Don Datta, but you can't be my baby mama Let me save you the drama, roll on like a Yokohama We can, go half on the room, and half on a sack And while you breaking the buzz down, I'ma be hitting it from the back Bend over baby, I got something to show you baby Turn around on your back toes up on the shoulders baby Steady deep stroking don't mind me, just keep smoking Bust a lot to break the serve and the soda water open But you ain't my may thang, just a little something to the side So don't talk when I'm talking on the phone, you keep quiet Just open your mouth wide and let me put it inside Smoke a sweet and to finish my cup and then it's time to slide Don't worry about nothing cause it's confidential Open up your runway for my ?con? to dent you (Chorus - 2x (Billy Cook vocalizing in background) All night long, all night We be smoked all night All night long, all night As we flip and sip pink sprite [Z-Ro] Put a six in a Cris we gone sip on that It's harder than a roll of quarters put your hips on that Removing your thong, penetrate the pick and it's on Still sipping and smoking stroking steady making you moan I'm number 0 City Don, got a cottage by the barn Automatic gauges vicious dogs roaming the lawn You got to worry about nothing except for keeping me happy And if it's with you than a bitch steady tapping and nappy [DP] Steady tapping and nappy, getting the headboards clapping Hell shot, pussy with your man asking what happened And no excuses out your mouth cause you've been riding with me Arrange my soldiers, T-H-U-G See you can tell from the smile and the way that you strip Something ain't right, though nigga been all up in the guts Better soak on some alcohol, and leave me alone Bitch ask for the cash I get it (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] I need a thug bitch, a shop lift and sell drug bitch But don't be tripping when I'm pimping in the club bitch We can hit the telly and get under the sheets Knocking you down till I move around back on the streets And keep rolling, got to keep my benjamins folding Then I'm coming back to beat it up until it's swollen Baby it's non stopping fix a nigga a plate So don't worry I be coming to your house real late Meanwhile I'm a soldier in the battlefield I'm on a mission trying to get it, I'ma make a mill With or without you, but if you down Then we can do it together, drank rubbers and automatic rounds But don't be tripping when I say I need space I ain't cheating but it's some reason it's a knee case I'm a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs and shit But when I'm fucking you it's beautiful I love the shit (Chorus - 4x) |
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