Lyrics

A bag of purp and a purple bag Tshirt Ralph Lauren But it got a purple tag Asher Ave gold chain polo bucket hat Riding with a chick small titts and a perfect ass Beastin' Bitch all my niggas eatin' Taught my brother how to fish so niggas never gotta feed him Million dollar dreaming got me million dollar scheming Imma get it out the mud til my heart stop beating I'm just living life Young boss getting tow up under city lights If she ain't fuckin then she going home on foot tonight Ol girl say I'm wrong i tell her fucking right When my drank get low i tell her get me right Spill tha liquor in my cup wit just a lil ice She ain't drunk but she chillin' and she feeling nice To drink with me you gotta pay the price Royal nights We count dollars and pop bottles Royal nights We shot callers wit top models Royal nights What a time to be alive Royal Nights My nigga its Royal Nights Bending corner after corner I'm watching out for twelve Drankin burning marijuana Been on it since we left streets hotter than a sauna Been keeping to myself But i will pull up on ya Especially bout my mail Bout to slide to the other side Phone call from Pride talking bout its money on the line We bout to get that My man 50 grand 50 bands we bout to split that My girl keep quiet break her off like a kit kat We done then we get back She powdering her nose Windows tinted for the privacy so anything goes She a freak on that blow She coming out her clothes Getting dome while this goofy nigga blowing up her phone She picked up the nigga wanna holla at me check the bitch mane don't check me Knom sayin' Nigga listen to me Yo girl been in the streets And even when yall spending time she still missing a G Royal nights We count dollars and pop bottles Royal nights We shot callers wit top models Royal nights What a time to be alive Royal Nights My nigga its Royal Nights
Writer(s): Brian Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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