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tommy wright iii – late night lyrics

[hook: x2]
you better watch your back for them thugs in the late night
them n-gg-s that be glock tight, killin’ everything in eyesight
showin’ no remorse when we buck a b-tch down see
late night when we ball outta control and act a clown g

[verse 1: 2 cold]
they be ridin’ in them old school cars, wid the see through, they can see you
these streets so f-ckin’ lethal n-gg- kill ya fore they greet ya
it’s one hundred per cent evil, but some don’t believe in god
tryna flodge, in around that’s dark, get a little bit ah heart
cause some be nervous, it’s gettin’ late night when mothers get worried
tryna hurry this b-tch out the f-ckin’ club to the back ah the suburban
she just flirtin’, you don’t know she workin’,
wid the n-gg-s in the back that sippin’ that bourbon
we leavin ’em splurgin’ and they pockets hurtin’
now you swervin’ cause you perved, eyes halfway shut like a curtain
and the n-gg- behind ya thinkin’ about some dirt in some shorts
plus they tired ah sittin’ on tracks slangin’ hovers to the club
night time air, make n-gg-s hot cause even these hoes f-ckin’ lovely
and the result is n-gg-s gettin’ bucked, and dropped them digits
cause the cheese that this playa had, up in his britch
momma soon to report ya missing,
police ride but they never ever find a witness
n-gg-s die in this late night business the n-gg-s creep
check the realness of this n-gg- yo and we comin’ deep
and for -ss we gon lay ’til these n-gg-s get put to sleep
never ridin’ n-gg-s hide to see you comin’ up (i see you)

[hook]

[verse 2: smooth]
the suns sets in my city ’round eight ‘o clock
that’s when young thugs come out wid they mean mugs on, strapped wid glocks
down and dirty f-ck the world ain’t got sh-t to lose
so call me a balla but to me i’m just a d-mn fool
straight up out the south, watch yo mouth when we rollin’ through
n-gg-s from my set don’t give a f-ck ’bout puttin’ holes in you
mobbin’ like we gotti turnin’ parties out wid hundred round
clips from my ak when i spray you best to hit the ground
leave ’em lookin’ pitiful, we can make it critical
b-tch we chewed up she so predictable like mystikal
kickin’ doors offa hinges when we mob we rob for kis and g’s
we got plenty ammunition, plenty b-tches and weed
they wanna see me at the bottom, locked down for petty sh-t
f-ck the river in the ocean tryna net a bigga fish
we got the streets locked down check our status we be made n-gg-s
tryna hit a lick around this b-tch for at least seven figures
so drop it off to these young bosses, 2 cold and smooth in this b-tch,
rep your sh-t, we takin’ no shorts no losses

[hook]

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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