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Future – 56 Nights Lyrics

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March 19, 2023

Future – 56 Nights Lyrics

56 Nights Lyrics by Future

[Intro]
Yeah
Waking up fresh, that’s Kodak
Killing these niggas, you know that
Real street nigga, you know that
Real street nigga, you know that

[Chorus]
I think fifty-six nights crazy
I think fifty-six nights crazy
I think me and Esco crazy
I think me and Young ‘Sco crazy
I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy
I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy
I took fifty-six bars all in one month nigga and I’m still dranking
I could still see the scar on a nigga hand, man this shit real crazy
I been taking these molly’s, still nodding off ’cause a nigga too faded
I’ve been laying low key inside a nigga vault, money is my motivation

[Verse 1]
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 conversatin’
I was on my way to Rice Street
In the paddie wagon and it had me numb
The pain from the slum had me numb
Tryna sell some dope and eat caviar
Got the passport in Saudi Arabia
We’ve been flossing in medallions
We ain’t nothing but some Talibans
I pull up right now and embarrass ya
I’ve just been hanging with savages
Lately I’ve been hanging around with my savages
I grew up on the block, one hunnid
I go on The Bluff, it’s one hunnid
I done did enough in the jungle
I done put in some work and they love me
When I drink out the cup, it’s so dirty
Had the blow at the store, they was lurking
Poured a four in a cup it was breakfast
Sprinkled sauce in my drink and I took it

[Verse 2]
Promethazine took my concentration
To another level then I elevated
Diamonds hanging on me I’m intoxicated
Diamonds hanging off me I’m intoxicated
Chop it up with a sack chaser
Told you I wasn’t going back, baby
Hanging out with some crack babies
Fell in love with this cash baby
Money touch a niggas hands
On a few Xans might won’t 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
And run to the stage
I’ve been working some years for this
Making music, I live for this
Hit the trap in my Louboutins
Count it up then I bag up a brick
Mount it up then I smash out in it
You know I’m gon’ do the whole dash in this motherfucker
I’m ’bout to pass out in this motherfucker
I’m ’bout to pass out in this motherfucker
This bitch exotic than a motherfucker
These bitches do anything for me