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hona costello - we own the night lyrics

(bridge)
they told me i’d be nothing
maybe they right
nah f-ck’em, man
don’t even bring they name in this discussion
we own the night

(verse1)
surreal gang reppin’ til they k!ll me
i’ll never stop this rapping sh-t until i reach a trilli
oh baby, here we go
tell the reaper come get me
i don’t bite my tongue no one, i’m the product of my city
girls giddy when we enter, won’t stop till i’m topping diddy
i’m all about my business, but if you call i might be busy
you say you chasing bengies, but you bank is saying empty
they telling me don’t try it, i’m like only if u tempt me
motherf-cker i got
all the sh-t you see all my own
now i gotta team, 2-3ing in the zone
i remember days when they never hit my phone
claiming they was down, but they was never down for long
nah

(bridge)

(verse 2)
the mirror told one day i’ll be king
surreal gang reppin’ till they hang from a tree
all i got is swishas and a quarter ounce of weed
smoking on this ultraviolent og from paris
hold on
i been that n-gga since the playground
them motherf-ckers just didn’t see it yet
when these bottles pop its going down
tell the dj bring it back, bring it back
if shes a bring a friend. i’ll tell her bring her back
now she bragging to her friends, sh-t how surreal is that?
last year was cool, buts this year, we gone make it stack
till the ceiling crack, knock it out the map, f-ck the park
i been doing this sh-t from my heart
a rage against machines its time to break this sh-t apart
we built this from ground no way you’ll take away my art
i promise to stay honest, never lying just to chart, hold on

(bridge)

if i say it then i mean it
i’ll never lie, if i so happen to lead us
we seen they pictures like these haters want to be us
we dont want them women, we’ll keep ours, you want it come and neet us
we own the night anyway
we’re smoking flight everyday
tell luciano bring them models that we met yesterday
they got they own car/crib, plus a yacht on the way
we’re throwing money on the strippers for the rent that they pay

(bridge)

- hona costello lyrics

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