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letra de long nights - juice da savage

hook: (x2)
ya, ya, long nights in the truck, trying to get my bandz up
pop up flat, ain’t no sleep, i gotta get my bandz up!
girl, get me with a sack, so i got my men’s up!
all this white that i trap, i gotta get my bandz up!

i’m the dope boy, n-gg-, that’s a trapaholic
on my grinding days, so what you’re calling?
trap doing on verse, so i’ll be balling
got plays for the fiends, so he’d be calling
two for tens sundays, and they’ll be coming
(let’s go!)
got in lower, trapping, cause i was getting money!
gotta switch my number, cause they’re trying to get me
but i’m too smart for ’em, so they can’t trick me
.. my jeans, i’ll be straight swagging
golden all night looking, trying to get this money.
probably can’t hear my line, say, stay dabbing
hit my boys, say what’s up, he trying to hit the…
a lot of sh-t up, cause that sh-t ain’t made up
at the end of the night, i gotta get this paper
at the end of the night, i hit them with my paper
at the end of the night, i gotta get my bandz up.

and when i get my bandz up, i’mma spend a f-cking cutting ego
pick these mens up, and they gonna pick their men up.
we be grinding in them trucks, we be grinding in them trucks
go spend another cup, f-ck n-gg-s, better duck!
out loud got me stuck, need a friend so i can bust
i’m at a party, so to buzz..
they got bills, money and… we’re pouring up
and these b-tches on us, that g i bust.
when i blink, so don’t touch, these folks seek no trust!
on them blocks in them cars, salute to them folks!
say they don’t want that b-tch, and put me in that b-tch
a lot of sh-t going on, a lot of sh-t going on
so i roll me a blunt. seems that got me…
i can’t go home! thank god i’m home …
it’s a drill when they get home!
and folks, i’m coming home!
and folks, i’m gonna get it!

long night on the block, i’mma get my bandz up
if i catch his -ss slacking, i’mma wet his mens up
and it’s back up in that van, stuck, we’re out of there!
back out with a … he dead, he out of that.
they don’t want no smoke, no!
they don’t want these problems (they don’t)!
grow up on the block, i’m a problem solver!
i get them dough, i get them bad
saw a tag on his -ss, and his -ss bad!
see, they say they will go, so i will get them dough
bought up in his alley, put that crown to his door.
leave folks alone, leave (seattle)
before … may i be your pocket hole?
it’s a man down, it’s a f-cking man down
and i’m not gonna make no sound (run away, dwag-ss!)
they got … ride on, it’s my time!

chop boy, chop boy, chopping like a fool,
yeah, wondering what it means, so we ain’t gotta carry a tool.
i’m a trap teacher, n-gg-, come to trap school
learn how to say all juries in, learn how to move with the tool.
all xanax and lean jazz cleaning in the stew
if you wanna play stupid, n-gg-, ..
got a couple bricks left, i just sold it by the duce
wherever you at, i’mma get them b-tches, too!
thinking i’m with the sh-t, must be a godd-mn fool
i got younglings with the sick, don’t make the godd-mn news!

- juice da savage

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