Tonight
(Tell this nigga, you know I'm 28 years old with all the thing I do)
Rokka
C'mon
Ion know what J's feel like mehn
Never!!
Word, where you at
Okay, I came a long way from the dubbies in the ash strays
My past days, tripping of suckers in my past ways
Feeling old, like somehow I passed age
My mama said that I'd be locked in a damn cage
I'm goin' harder, some say it's a rampage
Pass 'em through borders, I ship 'em soon as they order
I ain't fake nothing bud
This is real life in a city that never sleeps
I don't know what dreams feel like
So I wake up, everyday to get my cake up
Kick that white bitch, rob and I don't make up
Yeah they hate us, they gon' do hate us anyway
Call me lil odd fingers, 'cause cause I'm shooting er'day (Okay)
There's more money to get
If you get in my way, then you drown in your spit (You dig?)
I'm just trying to touch a milli, I ain't trying to blank a milli
I'm ain't pippin with Billy (Ahn!!)
I gotta stick in my pocket and a rag on the drive
It's a show when I drop it and I ain't gon' stop
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
I gotta bottle in my right and blood in my left
Throw a fifth to the face and it ain't to the neck
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Yeah
And you know I only blow the best weed
Og kush, baby we don' do the stress leaf
You wanna, come test me, drop about my testis
Cross down lamb, watch the Ar and Os in the tech breathe
Best believe I'm the best that ever did it
Really I'm the nigga, if you want to get specific
I don' copped the whole things in the Pacific
Hair rolled blunts, yeah, burnt down sip and my pistol
Some many numbers I'm volatile
Pippin', fucking Louis loafers with no socks clippin'
Just because you fucking that hoe don't mean you pippin'
I'm in love with my Springfield and I ain't talking Simpson
(Huh) I'm getting dough homie
Rocking with the army 'cause I can't be blownie
Bad bitch seem like she wanna a hug from me
Call me Daddy what ya say (More money!!)
I gotta stick in my pocket and a rag on the drive
It's a show when I drop it and I ain't gon' stop
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
I gotta bottle in my right and blood on the left
Throw a fifth to the face and it ain't to the neck
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Rokka
C'mon
Ion know what J's feel like mehn
Never!!
Word, where you at
Okay, I came a long way from the dubbies in the ash strays
My past days, tripping of suckers in my past ways
Feeling old, like somehow I passed age
My mama said that I'd be locked in a damn cage
I'm goin' harder, some say it's a rampage
Pass 'em through borders, I ship 'em soon as they order
I ain't fake nothing bud
This is real life in a city that never sleeps
I don't know what dreams feel like
So I wake up, everyday to get my cake up
Kick that white bitch, rob and I don't make up
Yeah they hate us, they gon' do hate us anyway
Call me lil odd fingers, 'cause cause I'm shooting er'day (Okay)
There's more money to get
If you get in my way, then you drown in your spit (You dig?)
I'm just trying to touch a milli, I ain't trying to blank a milli
I'm ain't pippin with Billy (Ahn!!)
I gotta stick in my pocket and a rag on the drive
It's a show when I drop it and I ain't gon' stop
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
I gotta bottle in my right and blood in my left
Throw a fifth to the face and it ain't to the neck
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Yeah
And you know I only blow the best weed
Og kush, baby we don' do the stress leaf
You wanna, come test me, drop about my testis
Cross down lamb, watch the Ar and Os in the tech breathe
Best believe I'm the best that ever did it
Really I'm the nigga, if you want to get specific
I don' copped the whole things in the Pacific
Hair rolled blunts, yeah, burnt down sip and my pistol
Some many numbers I'm volatile
Pippin', fucking Louis loafers with no socks clippin'
Just because you fucking that hoe don't mean you pippin'
I'm in love with my Springfield and I ain't talking Simpson
(Huh) I'm getting dough homie
Rocking with the army 'cause I can't be blownie
Bad bitch seem like she wanna a hug from me
Call me Daddy what ya say (More money!!)
I gotta stick in my pocket and a rag on the drive
It's a show when I drop it and I ain't gon' stop
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
I gotta bottle in my right and blood on the left
Throw a fifth to the face and it ain't to the neck
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
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Writer(s): Lars Bertil Sandberg, Bo Rune Christersson
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