Z-Ro, DP , Billy Cook - All Night Long lyrics

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

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

All night long, all night
We be smoked all night
All night long, all night
As we flip and sip pink sprite

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

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

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