Tiny C-Style - Nights Like This lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] Nights like This I Wish To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch In the city burning k**er with a b**h Mirror mirror on the wall call me the sh** [X2] [Verse 1: Curren$y] I'm Creeping up on ya' bending corners That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia But we keep it on us n***as is no longer important You had your moment But we still smoking Season is open on duck a** n***as who don't know what the code is If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this Now witness the coldest Now I'm rolling my own sh** Ownership, owning this, owning that Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip Identified by what you drive The streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyes And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your a** alive Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug This game is a b**h the only one I love [Verse 2: Rich Boy] Yup, yup. I'm in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top gla**ed out Me & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out Catch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet Life My pockets got an appetite that make the p**y pop tonight Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground I'm in the city, burning k**a with a b**h Drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip Purple, what I pour sip, shake that a** & make it flip Wasn't for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels She took it all off, everything except them heels I got a pint & I'm bout to pop the seal off it She like that action, I'mma pa** around & let her toss it Now what you know about the cla**ics with the motor in it? 454's, Superchargers with rubber spinning Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights The way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke We taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast Mirror mirror on the wall, I'mma ball & I'mma score I'mma get that dough & after that I'mma f** a ho Put me in the game, let me show you how to do this sh** Diamonds gripping up against wheel when I hit the strip ????????? [Hook] [Verse 3: Tiny C] Uh, Oh Gees n***as ain't f**ing With My Team I made It past 25 so I'm a OG Once I Clear a Million Dollars I'm Pa** The Blow the Whole P Ridin' Brand New Seats still covered in Plastic Rims with the beat i call that a Mix and Master Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale Bet that i throw it, you can hear me from a block away 4-12's in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid Thinking should i Four door it today or should I coupé it New or old school it The Homies in the Hood say i be fooling Three Eighty Three stroker on gangsters i be moving Posi*Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust Pull up on me at the Lights and you gone take a Loss Cause where i come from its Survival of the Fittest Long Beach, East Side all i move with is Hittas [Hook]