Lyrics Yungen – Every Night Late Night

Who gives a fuck though? I’m up now
Wireless didn’t book me
They must’ve thought I couldn’t shut down
Krept and Kone brought me out though
«Ain’t On Nuttin'» and it’s shutdown
Stormz brought me out and I shut down
I must be the lightskinned Skeppy
Every time I touch down, I shut down
Do it for the love, not the paper
Still got my middle finger up at a hater
Money never changed me, how did I forget man
When I put Cash on «Ain’t On Nuttin'» from Jamaica? Later
You are not a G’s caliber
After school, I used to eat Shalamar
Yeah, I’m legit now and I get mo’ stacks
But I still roll with that ni na na na
Dem boy paigon, I don’t trust them
Remember, fuck them
I still ride for my bruddas cause I love them
And I’ll risk it fucking all if you touch them
But summertime’s here now, let’s get it popping
Come through in the Batmobile, you all think I’m Robin
Black & Red’s a piece of art you ain’t topping
Still get that sweetcorn if you think you blocking
I ain’t got a chain, I got too much pride to tuck it
I’m the man, man, fuck it

Ordered more Spades, yeah, my hat stayed bucket
I just have to buss a rhyme and your wifey wanna touch it, yeah she love it
I just take flights
No brake lights
I got your wifey in the studio every night, late nights
She just give ucky and take pipe
We just live a great life, now it’s time to make a hit
Time to win a MOBO, time to win a BRIT
I could do it solo, I could do it with the clique
You know PD’s the fam, I’m forever on my shit
In the Smart, either Ryo or Tré in the Ford
Ranging with Scrap while the S3 records
We really bu bu bang, I see Fekky in a Porsche
There’s a lot of new niggas but it really looks forced

FVR TRE:
I ain’t in it
I’ve been gone for a minute
2015, man, yeah fam, I’m gonna kill it
You niggas best stay over there

Budden:
I came to the game on my own shit
Young boy, I swear I be posting
She hopes that one day she owns me
I told her «look babe, there’s no hoping»
Driving this Range and I’m ?
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said «Budden, stay focused»
Yungen put me on this feature
It’s time I spaz out on these retards
I want this forever, forever
Dreams of Versace, Margiela
I pray to God I go heaven
Cause I’m so addicted to sinning
I called up a lighty, she told me I’m winning
I said I don’t smoke but she roll and start billing
She fucking is chilling, she don’t talk to women
She moans and complains every time that I’m in her, I ain’t finished