Cash Sinatra - All Night lyrics

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Cash Sinatra - All Night lyrics

[Verse One (Chieftain)] You've got a body like karate Ride-ride that Ferrari Ride-ride that Bugatti Ride-ride Maserati Vroom vroom flicka that wrist Skrt-skrt, that Ducati '15 Clyde and Bonnie I'm that Papi, she that Mami Stan Smith, no Armani Nike, no Versace Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick huaraches I love you like Joni loves Chachi Honestly That's that real, that's real - none of that fake **** Another one of those “Yeah I know that I'm late. ****…" I'm calling like "don't drop our reservation!" But even if they do we gon' have a celebration Living every day like we on a vacation Just stay with me, girl just be patient I'll be back home, you can say “congratulations." [Chorus] You got a body like karate Girl, you k**ing it, no lie Hit it like black belts, smoking like Mike Phelps, we should kick it all the time Swear your hotter than sriracha Girl, you know I got ya Drinking Mai Tai's, sipping matcha on the rooftop all night All-Nightt, All-Nightt, All-Nightt... X4 [Verse Two (Cash Sinatra)] Can I hit it in the morning while your roomie's still sleeping? Sock in the door so they come and they peep it Yo, Austin, you know I do this **** often From New York out to Boston To Miami with the Dolphins West side even Slauson I spread fire, no arson Told shorty that I'm starving, Cash talking Bossin', that's a hit and she caught it I told her "Take caution." Got juice you don't wanna get lost in Henny D like it came from a martian She look back at it like I'm out here stalking She look back at it like I'm parallel parking Two similes cause the look back's awesome Like God **** I'm sipping my Henny that gotta be jelly that's not jam Like God *** *sheesh* Body like a Maserati Know you extra foreign like the Annunaki We be swerving, rocking turbans out in Abu Dhabi Not your father, call me daddy or you call me Papi All Nightt [Verse Three (Chieftain)] Can I hit it in the morning while your roommates are still sleeping? Pretty like them girls back home, but that *** is Puerto Rican I can't lie, I can't lie Say my name, she call me Chieftain Baby, come and live this life, I swear even the weeknights feel like weekends Stay till after, after parties like it's last of the Mohicans If I said I got a secret could you peep it and still keep it? Baby that a**, oh my gash, I can - I can not stop peeking And I hate it when you walk away, but I love it when you walk away Get what I'm saying, Fam? God **** [Chorus]

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