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letra de up all night - jay critch

[intro]
(c-c-cozier)
double cup on ice, off these perkies, i’mma be up all night
i’mma be up all night (hey)
ayy

[chorus]
double cup on ice, off these perkies, i’mma be up all night (i’mma be up all night off the percs)
know the streets not nice, think twice ‘fore you play with your life
i been feelin’ paranoid, got me runnin’ red lights (runnin’ red lights)
back when i was doing wrong i was movin’ so right (so right)
now i’m livin’ so fast, still prayin’ at night
don’t get caught up in the hype, we gon’ spray it on sight (boom, boom)
[verse 1]
and these n-ggas ain’t gang, don’t belong here
i’ve been on the roads every month, been a long yеar
used to post up selling green like thе lawnchair
i ain’t ever read no magazines, who the f-ck would ever think that i be on there? (hey)
who would think that we would be rich through the saint lauren
no, i do the louis v fits
no, it ain’t no fish fry, pull up and we steam sh-t
gotta get big how i’m goin’ up to phoenix
tennis chain on me and it’s swinging’ like serena
i would be a dummy if i ever go believe her
i was livin’ bummy, n-ggas savin’ up for sneakers
this weed came from cali’, this is [?], not no reefer
and i’m sippin’ juice, make the room slow motion (make the room slow motion)
shorty comin’ through, makin’ moves, slow motion (makin’ moves, slow motion)
let a n-gga try to take my juice, he toasted
got diamonds at the pool but that pool not open (not open, not open)

[chorus]
double cup on ice, off these perkies, i’mma be up all night (i’mma be up all night off the percs)
know the streets not nice, think twice ‘fore you play with your life
i been feelin’ paranoid, got me runnin’ red lights (runnin’ red lights)
back when i was doing wrong i was movin’ so right (so right)
now i’m livin’ so fast, still prayin’ at night
don’t get caught up in the hype, we gon’ spray it on sight
[verse 2]
and i’m lookin’ for that money, i ain’t lookin’ for no wife (lookin’ for no wife)
i’m lookin’ for the racks, [?] diamonds on me ready to attack y’all (attack y’all)
had to cut her off, she like, “what you doin’ that for?”
snakes up in the yard, n-gga gotta close the backyard (gotta close the backyard)
couldn’t beat the charge, what the f-ck that n-gga rat for?
ridin’ with that —-, turn a n-gga in a trackstar (yeah)
maybach truck couldn’t even do the trackhawk
always been hustlin’, i know how to get a pack off
been with the gang, i ain’t comin’ in sh-t, doley (hey)
new cuban chain, pinkie ring with the big rollie (hey)
i’m on the plane thinkin’ bout all the times i was out in the cold, now i go get my wrist frozen (go get my wrist frozen)
ain’t got no big homie, and f-ck a trunk, gotta ride with that sh-t on me (that sh-t on me)
these n-ggas drunk if they think they got sh-t on me
smokin’ on skunk, ‘member they tried to sh-t on me (they tried to sh-t on me)
she had the blunt then she put that sh-t on me (put that sh-t on me)

- jay critch

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