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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's the evening When you see him Shine's bright, I want a be him But I wasn't raised to give praise Just a admire from distance and do it my own way Get paid that's the main objective If the hoes 'gon bounce, well that's really subjective Think if they elected A young black nigga dropping his own perspective Young, fat and reckless Meet me where the cheques is I'm tryna get my bass like that ass out in Texas Maybe get a necklace Look how my shit gleaming In a European All my niggas shine for the evening That's when the blunts get rolled That's when the cops patrol That's when them hood rats stroll That's when my niggas come up That's when your bitch get fucked The evening, uh, the evening Yeah, uh Letras de cancionesClose my eyes and just vibe The inner walls of my mind Got you on inscribed Please, bitch can we ride? This evening, uh, yeah, this evening I'm just a [?] street wanderer with nowhere to go I ain't straight in a session if I ain't got 'dro Bitches straight catch wreck if you got blow I say "what up" to Satan, nigga live right next door Drop a prayer in these bars, Jesus hear my flow And forget my trespasses while we rolling Dutch Masters Never letting life pass us We take it and strive If my bicth in your ride, then I hope that you slide Next time I juice up, I bet that bitch pivot You dig it, who am I kidding We all young and just sinning But it, it's the evening Uh, yeah the evening That's when the blunts get rolled That's when the cops patrol That's when them hood rats stroll That's when my niggas come up That's when your bitch get fucked The evening, uh, the evening Yeah, uh Close my eyes and just vibe The inner walls of my mind Got you on inscribed Please, bitch can we ride? This evening, uh, yeah, this evening It's the evening, hoes strut Pull out your money, pull out your cut Got my Bape zipped up, 'cause my lineup fucked Bitch I lok like Action Bronson chilling in a beamer truck The sun is tucked, this the evening Don't take Church-Ave 'cause the jake be scheming Best to take the back streets, especially if you steaming All love to Brooklyn, shouts' the whole team and Pro Era represent' we staying fly for the evening When we cruising through them little niggas be fiending Chay he play beats and talk life but they feel it Used to drop rhymes with not one bar And now I rap for bread with not one carb And all my old friends is now new stars And now we play pool nigga, fuck beer-pong It's the evening I don't care who your ass pretend to Straight kill a pussy like aspartame do The evening, uh, uh it's the evening From Letras Mania