Midnight Run Letra

Hollywood but it’s north-west sidey
2-0-6 like the number of bones in yo body
She bought a room for us and I boned in the lobby
If you hit the room you would owe more than Gadhafi
Eatin first Teriyaki, purple and brown harachi
Sloppy toppy got me naughty and I see rentals in my chi tea
Copy, copy
All these niggas ever do so much
I’m feeling like I’m not me
Fuck with the one time none time
You subtract, I look the racks plus sign
I’m never off, Garth Brooks had going pop
With my white bitch, never look back
USC pound a whole key in her book bag
Parents set a trust fund for er and I took that
No, I need it
Get your life fore the grim reaper get it
When she goes bankrupt then he can get it
Rockin team with you’re fitted
I quit it like a Cochrane cakes
Take my pickings, then I roll like a Stockton play
This Christian was raised with jews
Would knock yo bitch if she came in nude
But she through

(Hook x2)
God, if I gotta go
At the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row

(Verse)
Wuddup? Young Dober, I stay with bad bitches
I mean bitches so bad I use my crib to add attention
Tried to tell em it was pimpin but these niggas never listen
Find er right up Manchester if yo baby mama missin
Sucker poof nigga, I’m the truth
Money through the roof
Everything slow but paper off a 7 of that juice
Ridin coupes, leanin with yo boo
This shit what I do
I go old hunneds in my wrap, shit ain’t nothing new
I got Mustard on the bidny and yo bitch on the fitny
I keep stacks on top, boy yo dollars all pigmey
Aye I’m ballin on em, stay tryna defend me
Steady takin shots at niggas man but that shit don’t offend me
I just made another 50 through my e-mail nigga
For this rap we ballin hard and so they retail nigga
Run yo mouth about the kids, you like a female, nigga
Yo show money couldn’t get my whip a D tail nigga
Aye, young boys pullin euros out the lot
Man I would take yo girl but I heard that bitch about
I got homies who got plots and got mo homies than flock
You wanna be rich out the hood, it’s best you think up out the box, aye
Told this world that its fuck you, pay me
For the last 8 months I rolled around in a Mercedes
Talkin Lexus, drop head Caddies
And bitches don’t call me by my name, they call me Crook

(Hook x2)
God, if I gotta go
At the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row

(Verse)
My, if I gotta go, just take life slow
They bein haters online, that’s a typo
Young Veggies, I’m bout to give the game lipo
She bust it open for the fee, you getting pisto
I’m rightin wrongs, write songs and we don’t wife hoes
Mustard on the beat, that’s gon make the function go
I’m makin money while I’m swaggin, that’s a W
You the first and lose, comin in number 2
Fuck you sayin hoe? Let yo man loose
She leave me for a lame? She a lame too
I’m out here getting to it, tryna keep my name true
Mama used me in the shower like shampoo
I know they told you I’m the boy but I’m the man too
Could make a chick think but I could make it dance too
My cousin took er here and he know wussup
I’m putting money on his books while I’m rollin up
The best part about it, when I make you open up
And then I turn you round back, stripes be going up
Young niggas run the city, I signed a declaration
Alcohol in yo system, she saw that temptation
We split them hoes up, I call it segregation
Siroc might show her panties
Now that’s that product placement
I’ll rock them Puma Suedes, we do them Pradas too
Wasn’t rappin I could be a fashion model too

(Hook x2)
God, if I gotta go
At the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row