CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : nights like these ya gotta keep a chop
Nights like these ya gotta keep a chop
Make the money do a flip like tony hawk
When you saw me pull up in a black car
Shawty sucking on my d**k and she can't stop
Now she talking on my ear like bla-bla-bla
I have 30 in the clip when I pull up
And a Ferragamo coat when I pop 'em
Hinoni in the party and we won't stop
I just made a couple racks with a phone call
And I don't like me
Girl just trying to fight me
Smokin cookie and it'll make me dizzy
And you just f**k with me when you're scared to howl at me
And you're special to me, I sing you a melody
Take another chop and it got me so dizzy
She just called me sayin' that she miss me
White Air Forces mix it with Givenchy
B*t*h I'm comin' down like Santa in ya chimney
I just make songs with my bros
Smokin' dope right in the rove
And we winding down the road
But we don't know where we go
We just smoke right by the pound
Writin' songs right to the sound
Baby when you come around
I am just feelin' so down
You just lift me right up when the times are so tough
When the rides are so rough you just help me with your love
And I'll hold ya like a glove
And we smoke another blunt
Nights like these are just the ones
Nights like these ya gotta keep a chop
Nights like these ya gotta keep a uh
F**k I'm geeked I'm geeked I'm geeked f**k
Nights like these ya gotta keep a chop
Nights like these ya gotta keep a uh
F**k I'm geeked I'm geeked I'm geeked uh
Make the money do a flip like tony hawk
When you saw me pull up in a black car
Shawty sucking on my d**k and she can't stop
Now she talking on my ear like bla-bla-bla
I have 30 in the clip when I pull up
And a Ferragamo coat when I pop 'em
Hinoni in the party and we won't stop
I just made a couple racks with a phone call
And I don't like me
Girl just trying to fight me
Smokin cookie and it'll make me dizzy
And you just f**k with me when you're scared to howl at me
And you're special to me, I sing you a melody
Take another chop and it got me so dizzy
She just called me sayin' that she miss me
White Air Forces mix it with Givenchy
B*t*h I'm comin' down like Santa in ya chimney
I just make songs with my bros
Smokin' dope right in the rove
And we winding down the road
But we don't know where we go
We just smoke right by the pound
Writin' songs right to the sound
Baby when you come around
I am just feelin' so down
You just lift me right up when the times are so tough
When the rides are so rough you just help me with your love
And I'll hold ya like a glove
And we smoke another blunt
Nights like these are just the ones
Nights like these ya gotta keep a chop
Nights like these ya gotta keep a uh
F**k I'm geeked I'm geeked I'm geeked f**k
Nights like these ya gotta keep a chop
Nights like these ya gotta keep a uh
F**k I'm geeked I'm geeked I'm geeked uh
