FUTURE - 56 Nights lyrics

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(Intro)

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Wakin' up fresh, that's Kodak

Killin' these niggas, ya know that

Real street nigga, ya know that

Real street nigga, ya know that

(Hook)

I think 56 nights crazy, I think 56 nights crazy

I think me & Esco crazy, I think me & Young Sco' crazy

I did 56 broads on the European tour & they was all crazy

I did 56 broads on the European tour & they was all crazy

I took 56 bars all in 1 month nigga & I'm still drankin'

I could still see the scar on a nigga & man shit real crazy

I been takin' these molly's, still still noddin' off cause a nigga too faded

I've been layin' low key inside, my nigga, vault money is my motivation

(Verse: Future)

Money keep a nigga motivated

Molly keep a nigga motivated

Percocet keep em motivated

Good drank keep a nigga motivated

Lortabs on my conversation

Talk a lot of bands then we conversating

I was on my way to Rice Street in the paddie wagon & it had me numb

The pain from the slum had me numb

Tryna sell sum' dope & need caviar

Got the passport inside Arabia

We've been flossin' in medallions

We ain't nothin' but sum' Talibans

I pull up right now & embarrass ya

I've just been hangin' wit savages

Lately I've been hangin' around wit my savages

I grew up on the block, 100

I go on the block it's 100

I done did enough in the jungle

I done put in sum' work & they luv me

When I drink out the cup, it's so dirty

Had to blow at the store when they was lurkin'

Poured a four in a cup it was breakfast, sprinkled sauce in my drink & I took it

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Future)

Promethazine took my concentration to anotha level then I elevated

Diamonds hangin' on me I'm intoxicated

Diamonds hangin' off me I'm intoxicated

Chop it up wit a sack chaser, told ya I wasn't goin' back, baby

Hangin' out wit sum' crack babies

Fell in luv wit this cash baby

Money touch a niggas hands, on a few zans might wanna count it

Spend it all in one night, if we could rewind it, we'll still do it

I'm true to this game, I jump on a plane & run to the stage

I've been workin' sum' years fo' this, makin' music, I live fo' this

Hit a trap wit my Louboutins, count it up then I bag up a brick

Mount it up then I smash out in it

Ya know I'm gone do a whole dash in this muthafucka

I'm bout to pass out in this muthafucka

I'm bout to pass out in this muthafucka

These bitches louder than a muthafucka

These bitches still do anythin' fo' me

(Hook)