Late Nights
Late nights when my son asleep
I'm workin' by myself Dolo all up on my street
Nobody on my block 'cus I be workin' way passed three
And when I'm workin' I be smokin' nothin' but OG
But back to my writtens and I'ma dog, no kitten (Hey)
So let me feed shit to y'all pups
I gotta heart, it's cold as fuck (Ahh)
So I'ma bring the heat with love
And I just know I cannot trust
And all of these bitches outta luck
And I know that I'm blessed, no luck
Listen, I just know I got the Midas touch (Let's go)
So fuckin' give me the beat
Yeah, it's my time to speak
Yeah, it's yo time to leave
Or just take a minute (A minute)
Go ahead and take a seat
Listen up and use yo eyes and ears to see (Alright)
Just feel me like nobody else on the beat (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
But it's Dolo and I'm loco (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah, I really got that mojo (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And I'm high off the doja (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
So now I kick it like dojo (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And yeah, I'm really Solo (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Everybody left me lonesome (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
It's like they turned to me Dolo (Yeah yeah)
So now it's my time to go doe (I gotta go)
Cus it's late and my son asleep
I write a hit within an hour then I hit repeat (Again!)
Cus I gotta get it in my dome then out my dome to the M I C
Before I hit my headstone and just R I P
Cus late nights when my son asleep
I'm workin' by myself Dolo all up on my street (All up on my street)
Nobody on my block, 'cus I be workin' way passed three (Way passed three)
And when I'm workin' I be smokin' nothin' but OG (Nothin' but OG)
But back to my writtens and I'ma dog, no kitten
So let me feed shit to y'all pups
I gotta heart it's cold as fuck
So I'ma bring the heat with love
And I just know I cannot trust
And all of these bitches out of luck
And I know that I'm blessed, no luck
Listen, yeah yeah I got that Midas touch
Might just turn this one to gold, then platinum (Let's go)
We just 'gon see how this goes, this ain't the album (No no)
Just watch all my hits go gold, it's like I really know the outcome (Ha)
Yeah, I ain't the one to fold (Aye)
I ain't the one to fold
I ain't the one to fold (No)
I ain't the one to fold (No)
I ain't the one to fold (Aye, yeah yeah)
My heart too gold, my son to bold
(I'm too damn gold)
I'm workin' by myself Dolo all up on my street
Nobody on my block 'cus I be workin' way passed three
And when I'm workin' I be smokin' nothin' but OG
But back to my writtens and I'ma dog, no kitten (Hey)
So let me feed shit to y'all pups
I gotta heart, it's cold as fuck (Ahh)
So I'ma bring the heat with love
And I just know I cannot trust
And all of these bitches outta luck
And I know that I'm blessed, no luck
Listen, I just know I got the Midas touch (Let's go)
So fuckin' give me the beat
Yeah, it's my time to speak
Yeah, it's yo time to leave
Or just take a minute (A minute)
Go ahead and take a seat
Listen up and use yo eyes and ears to see (Alright)
Just feel me like nobody else on the beat (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
But it's Dolo and I'm loco (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah, I really got that mojo (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And I'm high off the doja (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
So now I kick it like dojo (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And yeah, I'm really Solo (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Everybody left me lonesome (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
It's like they turned to me Dolo (Yeah yeah)
So now it's my time to go doe (I gotta go)
Cus it's late and my son asleep
I write a hit within an hour then I hit repeat (Again!)
Cus I gotta get it in my dome then out my dome to the M I C
Before I hit my headstone and just R I P
Cus late nights when my son asleep
I'm workin' by myself Dolo all up on my street (All up on my street)
Nobody on my block, 'cus I be workin' way passed three (Way passed three)
And when I'm workin' I be smokin' nothin' but OG (Nothin' but OG)
But back to my writtens and I'ma dog, no kitten
So let me feed shit to y'all pups
I gotta heart it's cold as fuck
So I'ma bring the heat with love
And I just know I cannot trust
And all of these bitches out of luck
And I know that I'm blessed, no luck
Listen, yeah yeah I got that Midas touch
Might just turn this one to gold, then platinum (Let's go)
We just 'gon see how this goes, this ain't the album (No no)
Just watch all my hits go gold, it's like I really know the outcome (Ha)
Yeah, I ain't the one to fold (Aye)
I ain't the one to fold
I ain't the one to fold (No)
I ain't the one to fold (No)
I ain't the one to fold (Aye, yeah yeah)
My heart too gold, my son to bold
(I'm too damn gold)
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Writer(s): Robert Solorio
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