mir4L - TILL THE SUN UP (feat. Ace1K)

I keep my wrist on froze
I got my bitch in the back
These niggas talkin out they neck
We scared that nigga heart attack
I play that bitch just like a game
I said I love her thats a act
My niggas, pourin up the drank
These niggas, cappin in they rap
I really, do this shit for real
Wait for the day that I get me a deal
Uh
She eat me up like a meal
Fucked on his bitch now he mad
Be forreal, uh
Hella money this shit stackin up
Stackin up
Im getting lit shorty fuck me up
Fuck me up
They play my music said turn it up
Turn it up
Fuckin that bitch till the sun is up
Sun is up

Yeah, Im goin up and they know
Who the fuck that nigga think he is?
That nigga tryna be my clone, huh
That nigga not on the list
I do some shit now Im gone
Why yo bitch turnin me on (uh)
I left the bitch yeah we done
Baby Im tryna have fun, ay
Two twin glocks
Hit his muhfuckin dome now he gone
Ay, and I do this shit on my own
Fuck all these niggas these niggas below, ay
Money keep comin it flow,
I fucked on his thot and he know (yeah)
These niggas bitches
Yeah these niggas pussy
They claiming they muhfuckin tote
How can I miss the beam aim at his dome
Fuck dat shit
I flip the switch on these niggas
These niggas talkin on me and I figured
Better hide yo bitch cause I can go get her
Fuck, I sware I dont want it, hey
New shoes, bitch Im stuntin, huh
New whip and Im gunnin, huh
New bitch, I be fuckin
(On god)
I just got some grills smiling
Sike no I didnt Im cappin
Im in the night like Im batman
So many moves Im particularly dancin
(Im particularly dancin)
Uh, This shit too easy, uh
They mad cause Im getting money, uh
All of these bitches all over me, huh

I keep my wrist on froze
I got my bitch in the back
These niggas talkin out they neck
We scared that nigga heart attack
I play that bitch just like a game
I said I love her thats a act
My niggas, pourin up the drank
These niggas, cappin in they rap
I really, do this shit for real
Wait for the day that I get me a deal
Uh
She eat me up like a meal
Fucked on his bitch now he mad
Be forreal, uh
Hella money this shit stackin up
Stackin up (yeah)
Im getting lit shorty fuck me up (yeah)
Fuck me up
They play my music said turn it up (yeah)
Turn it up
Fuckin that bitch till the sun is up (Fihh)
Sun is up

(Fihh)
Im finna get me a bag and just run it up
Im finna get me a mill till the sun is up
(Hey)
So tell me who son'n us
Cause I got a glock and a ARP
You know that its tummy tucked
R-Run up on me
You know that you test yo luck
I got shooters who really be in the cut
50k by the hour thats really tuff
Multiply by the ounces you know whats up
Call his mans, and tell him come pick him up
Got me feeling like Batman and Robin
Cdg on me you know its osomin
Too fly in the sky like a pilot
Shining too bright like a diamond
I got the stick and a mop
He lying he totin them props
(Heh heh heh)
Yeah, I told her stop playin with me
Cause Its 20 bands for the fee
Needa two tone and I needed a lease
New Moncler and it cost a few Gs
Fendi, Prada thats designer on me
Ever since I got money I ran it up
Till the sun is up
So tell me who son'n us
(Uhh, Uhh Uhh)
(Mmm, uh)

Written by:
Amir Jones, Laron Manning

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