All Night Long

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

[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)