All Night Long

Z.RO

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    Yeah, yeah, Z-Ro, DP, Billy Cook lay it down
    All night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah

    [Z-Ro]
    We can ball all day, four play in the hallway
    Taking trips overseas, France, England, and my way
    I'm the Don Datta, but you can't be my baby mama
    Let me save you the drama, roll on like a Yokohama
    We can, go half on the room, and half on a sack
    And while you breaking the buzz down, I'ma be hitting it from the back
    Bend over baby, I got something to show you baby
    Turn around on your back toes up on the shoulders baby
    Steady deep stroking don't mind me, just keep smoking
    Bust a lot to break the serve and the soda water open
    But you ain't my may thang, just a little something to the side
    So don't talk when I'm talking on the phone, you keep quiet
    Just open your mouth wide and let me put it inside
    Smoke a sweet and to finish my cup and then it's time to slide
    Don't worry about nothing cause it's confidential
    Open up your runway for my ?con? to dent you

    (Chorus - 2x (Billy Cook vocalizing in background)
    All night long, all night
    We be smoked all night
    All night long, all night
    As we flip and sip pink sprite

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    [Z-Ro]
    Put a six in a Cris we gone sip on that
    It's harder than a roll of quarters put your hips on that
    Removing your thong, penetrate the pick and it's on
    Still sipping and smoking stroking steady making you moan
    I'm number 0 City Don, got a cottage by the barn
    Automatic gauges vicious dogs roaming the lawn
    You got to worry about nothing except for keeping me happy
    And if it's with you than a bitch steady tapping and nappy

    [DP]
    Steady tapping and nappy, getting the headboards clapping
    Hell shot, pussy with your man asking what happened
    And no excuses out your mouth cause you've been riding with me
    Arrange my soldiers, T-H-U-G
    See you can tell from the smile and the way that you strip
    Something ain't right, though nigga been all up in the guts
    Better soak on some alcohol, and leave me alone
    Bitch ask for the cash I get it

    (Chorus - 2x)

    [Z-Ro]
    I need a thug bitch, a shop lift and sell drug bitch
    But don't be tripping when I'm pimping in the club bitch
    We can hit the telly and get under the sheets
    Knocking you down till I move around back on the streets
    And keep rolling, got to keep my benjamins folding
    Then I'm coming back to beat it up until it's swollen
    Baby it's non stopping fix a nigga a plate
    So don't worry I be coming to your house real late
    Meanwhile I'm a soldier in the battlefield
    I'm on a mission trying to get it, I'ma make a mill
    With or without you, but if you down
    Then we can do it together, drank rubbers and automatic rounds
    But don't be tripping when I say I need space
    I ain't cheating but it's some reason it's a knee case
    I'm a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs and shit
    But when I'm fucking you it's beautiful I love the shit

    (Chorus - 4x)

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