Long Kiss
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still banging with the hammer that I sleep With
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you're Used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Money machine reads heights
When you get a lot of cheese, then you gotta Feed the mice
But then they grow to rats that be bitin' out Your back
I'm just tellin' you the facts, this is every way You at
Dressed all black, new ride for the summer, Bad bitch, good credit
Co-sign for the hummer, fuck her till she bow
Legging, get that ass from her mama, make Her walk around naked
I'm the number one stunner, Big-Bank
Take little bank, never play with chips
Grab and take your money, bitch smack you In the lips
I say I'm rather funny, I just gave myself a Stitch
Thinkin' bout all of these dummies that ain't Even worth a diss
Pussy, I been in the mix since niggas was Eatin' tricks
Pissin' in they beds, chasin' and freakin' Chicks
Fuckin' with them dreads, I learned to double My bread
So before I turned 20, I put a roof on my Head, gettin' money
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef with
Still banging with the hammer that I sleep with
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you're Used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Let's take em to the pissy 450 staircase
Back when I was whippin' syrup with them Pancakes
Had the fourth floor, smellin' like a clam bank
They was lookin' for handouts, I wasn't givin' Handshakes
Fuck with it, salute it, or get the boot
Tore the roof off, cruisin' in the coupe
I thought I told niggas Happ got the juice
I guess I had to drop, Bishop off the roof, Choose
Henny or Ciroc? semi or the Glock?
We be poppin' tags, I don't even like to shop
Bad bitch with me and I'm bout to blow a knot
Time's money, can't stop, lookin' at my watch
Rock Heights on my back, all about a Stack
They be like his raps, sound like he from the Trap
917-678-HAPP, hashtag heights, download The new app
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still a banger with the hammer that I see with
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevenths on the dice
Boy, I'm nothin' like them fools that you used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Now I'ma show you how to package it raw
With fresh butter like I just got back from the Store
I'm so gutta, heat spitter, ain't no rappin' Involved
The mortician gotta roll these niggas outta The wall
No kiddin', I been missin', now I'm back on call
The feds bustin' IN the crib, threw the smack In the stall
It ain't nothin', I get blunted, blow a stack in The mall
And get my dick licked from the tip to the Back of my balls
And I don't rap for awards
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Right now's the right time to get back
What's yours is now mine, you get that?.
Clear before this, hit your ear and push your Wig back
What even Force you to spit that, bullshit in Here
We never been there or did that
Happ shit, have your bitch rubbin' where her Tits at
Right after I dismount, make her call the Dispatch, get that?
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still banging with the hammer that I sleep With
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you're Used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still a banger with the hammer that I sleep With
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you used To
Gettin' money, still fuck em' like I used to
Thanks for watching
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still banging with the hammer that I sleep With
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you're Used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Money machine reads heights
When you get a lot of cheese, then you gotta Feed the mice
But then they grow to rats that be bitin' out Your back
I'm just tellin' you the facts, this is every way You at
Dressed all black, new ride for the summer, Bad bitch, good credit
Co-sign for the hummer, fuck her till she bow
Legging, get that ass from her mama, make Her walk around naked
I'm the number one stunner, Big-Bank
Take little bank, never play with chips
Grab and take your money, bitch smack you In the lips
I say I'm rather funny, I just gave myself a Stitch
Thinkin' bout all of these dummies that ain't Even worth a diss
Pussy, I been in the mix since niggas was Eatin' tricks
Pissin' in they beds, chasin' and freakin' Chicks
Fuckin' with them dreads, I learned to double My bread
So before I turned 20, I put a roof on my Head, gettin' money
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef with
Still banging with the hammer that I sleep with
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you're Used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Let's take em to the pissy 450 staircase
Back when I was whippin' syrup with them Pancakes
Had the fourth floor, smellin' like a clam bank
They was lookin' for handouts, I wasn't givin' Handshakes
Fuck with it, salute it, or get the boot
Tore the roof off, cruisin' in the coupe
I thought I told niggas Happ got the juice
I guess I had to drop, Bishop off the roof, Choose
Henny or Ciroc? semi or the Glock?
We be poppin' tags, I don't even like to shop
Bad bitch with me and I'm bout to blow a knot
Time's money, can't stop, lookin' at my watch
Rock Heights on my back, all about a Stack
They be like his raps, sound like he from the Trap
917-678-HAPP, hashtag heights, download The new app
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still a banger with the hammer that I see with
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevenths on the dice
Boy, I'm nothin' like them fools that you used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Now I'ma show you how to package it raw
With fresh butter like I just got back from the Store
I'm so gutta, heat spitter, ain't no rappin' Involved
The mortician gotta roll these niggas outta The wall
No kiddin', I been missin', now I'm back on call
The feds bustin' IN the crib, threw the smack In the stall
It ain't nothin', I get blunted, blow a stack in The mall
And get my dick licked from the tip to the Back of my balls
And I don't rap for awards
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Right now's the right time to get back
What's yours is now mine, you get that?.
Clear before this, hit your ear and push your Wig back
What even Force you to spit that, bullshit in Here
We never been there or did that
Happ shit, have your bitch rubbin' where her Tits at
Right after I dismount, make her call the Dispatch, get that?
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still banging with the hammer that I sleep With
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you're Used to
Gettin' money, still fuckin' like I used to
Long kiss, goodnight, goodnight, click-clack
Stay strapped tonight, they might get back
But I'm nothin' like them niggas that you beef With
Still a banger with the hammer that I sleep With
Nah, I don't like my liquor on ice
Shootin' sevens and elevens on the dice
Boo, I'm nothin' like them fools that you used To
Gettin' money, still fuck em' like I used to
Thanks for watching
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Writer(s): Andre Harris
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