"Through The Night" lyrics
(originally by Tommy Wright III)
I got yo' bitch on my dick, and you can't have her back
Posted with my fuckin' niggas, smokin' on that loud pack
She only come around you, when you bring that cash back
And she know what to do, then she bring that ass back
Max out your credit card, then I tell her, "Give it back"
It's a well known statement that you other niggas wack
Turn yo' bitch into a fiend, like she addicted to crack
Promethazine on the drugs, and it's prescribed to her dad
Smoking up on that Thrax, I'm chiefin' it by the pack
Her nigga don't call her back, he know when she got snatched
Her pussy is so fat, I'm fuckin' her from the back
She keep on looking back, eye to eye contact
The bitch is loving that, you know I get her wet
She Christian but love sex, I got the bitch fuckin'
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Just put your hand in my [?]
Slowly coming through the door, my cloth odor smell of smoke
My bitch in a mink coat, pockets full of that dope
Yeah, we got it for the low, but it ain't cheap though
Bitch check my steelo, Lil Chris steez, ho'
Smoking on that haze, put a bitch in a daze
Let her hormones sing, while this melody ring
She go insane, she can't resist the pain
She can't resist my name when she giving me brain
I'm smoking on that dank, my drink crystal pink
Sluts got crystal links, bitches freakin' they kink
And that's alright with me, my bitches real and they G
I fuck em good while I link, that sex on med and codeine
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Posted with my fuckin' niggas, smokin' on that loud pack
She only come around you, when you bring that cash back
And she know what to do, then she bring that ass back
Max out your credit card, then I tell her, "Give it back"
It's a well known statement that you other niggas wack
Turn yo' bitch into a fiend, like she addicted to crack
Promethazine on the drugs, and it's prescribed to her dad
Smoking up on that Thrax, I'm chiefin' it by the pack
Her nigga don't call her back, he know when she got snatched
Her pussy is so fat, I'm fuckin' her from the back
She keep on looking back, eye to eye contact
The bitch is loving that, you know I get her wet
She Christian but love sex, I got the bitch fuckin'
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Just put your hand in my [?]
Slowly coming through the door, my cloth odor smell of smoke
My bitch in a mink coat, pockets full of that dope
Yeah, we got it for the low, but it ain't cheap though
Bitch check my steelo, Lil Chris steez, ho'
Smoking on that haze, put a bitch in a daze
Let her hormones sing, while this melody ring
She go insane, she can't resist the pain
She can't resist my name when she giving me brain
I'm smoking on that dank, my drink crystal pink
Sluts got crystal links, bitches freakin' they kink
And that's alright with me, my bitches real and they G
I fuck em good while I link, that sex on med and codeine
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Eyes red and low while I'm creeping through the night
And I don't have no patience, so I'm running red lights
Lost souls to the left, so I'm going right
Being broke ain't a joke, man I pray for better nights
Writer(s): Christopher Travis, Carlos Robinson, Eric Maxwell Dingus
