Huey King - 100 Nights

Lil baby you know I can't make it up I never was one of the regulars
Ain't no nigga checking my temperature
What's a big dawg to a miniature
I got my foot in the door
They watching me close
They know I'm too much a competitor
Choppa chop ya up don't want to have to edit ya
Shawty devilish but she say that she heaven sent
We all riding with it
And I ain't the only one in the whip don't think you sly nigga
We been on the road a hundred nights I guess my grind different
The hoes love me like shawty lo
Knocking them down like Domino's
One after the other
I'ma do my thing until she act plain and then I'm done with her
She said that I'm playing because I gave her to my brother n'em
Feeling froggy gone head leap just know that we play above the rim
A chameleon chasing millions probably why they say I'm him
I ain't finished until the finish line and right now I can't even see it
Claiming to be original but they really just want to be me
Niggas asking how I made it like I wasn't chosen
All this money you won't take it I ain't by my lonely
Five minutes in I got her naked first she finna throw it
I was collecting all the pins and I wasn't going bowling
I get high like Himalayas
I'ma internet sensation
I can't ever get complacent
All my goals became adjacent
I don't know you if you basic
They say life is what you make it
So any thing I want I'ma gone head and take it
Lil baby you know I can't make it up I never was one of the regulars
Ain't no nigga checkin' my temperature
What's a big dawg to a miniature
I got my foot in the door
They watching me close
They know I'm too much a competitor
Choppa chop ya up don't want to have to edit ya
Shawty devilish but she say that she heaven sent
We all riding with it
And I ain't the only one in the whip don't think you sly nigga
We been on the road a hundred nights I guess my grind different
My family tree ain't have no paper
My only haters my old neighbors
They ain't know where I was gone take it
All them nights I stayed up late and had it booming in the basement
Smoking weed and writing raps that singing shit came a lil later
Went from hopping out them vans to hopping out Bentaygas
Smoking cookie out in Cali kicking it with the Lakers
I flew shorty out from Dallas but I can't gamble unless in Vegas
I just bless her stretch her next one call me Mr slay it
Lil baby you know I can't make it up I never was one of the regulars
Ain't no nigga checkin' my temperature
What's a big dawg to a miniature
I got my foot in the door
They watching me close
They know I'm too much a competitor
Choppa chop ya up don't want to have to edit ya
Shawty devilish but she say that she heaven sent
We all riding with it
And I ain't the only one in the whip don't think you sly nigga
We been on the road a hundred nights I guess my grind different

Written by:
Houston King

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