Mozzy – Every Night (ft. Baby Money) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2023-01-29

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Mozzy unveils the music video for the new “Every Night” track with Baby Money, co-produced by Dave-O, Zuri & HardKnock. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Mozzy Every Night

Mozzy Every Night

Mozzy and Baby Money came through with their new collaboration, “Every Night.” Mozzy remains a musical chameleon that can tackle ain’t type of production without veering away from his M.O. Hardknock, Dave-O, and Zuri hold down the production – a chilling soundscape that eases into the icy atmosphere of Detroit’s regional sound. Mozzy takes on the production, detailing the struggles he faced coming up while acknowledging his growth and evolution as a result of the hardships. “Can’t learn this shit in school, it’s from experience in these streets,” he raps.

Baby Money pairs perfectly with the Survivor’s Guilt rapper on the record. His delivery is direct and concise with details of vengeance and loyalty.

The song arrived alongside a music video, which the two shot prior to Mozzy’s incarceration. It’s a straightforward visual that showcases the two inside a jewellery store, performing their verses while posted up with their friends.

Mozzy – Every Night (ft. Baby Money) (prod. Dave-O, Zuri & HardKnock)

January 26, 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
Mozzy Records/CMG/Interscope Records; ℗ 2023 Mozzy Records, Inc.

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Lyrics

[Intro: Mozzy]
Every night, it’s gun shots and you’ll get popped if-
It’s gun shots and you’ll get popped if-
Play it right, our way of life, she call me over just to lay the pipe

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
I just want the chicken, never tamper wit’ her sushi
Blew a thirty ball at Bloomies, nigga use to shop at Zumiez (Yeah)
Searchin’ through my doobies, told her roll up somethin’ newkie
Keep her out my business, though, ’cause she be talkin’ loosely
Motion picture perfect, got ’em twerkin’, it’s a movie (‘Ight)
If niggas ain’t employed and ain’t no boy, then he a goofy (‘Ight)
Never bite the hand that try to feed you, that shit bootsy
Forgi’s over Rucci, bangin’ peace to Lil’ Doony
Slither up wit’ Whoody, more than thirty shots a piece (Yeah)
Knew they had a problem when they heard I got released (Yeah)
Suckas ain’t no killas, they be piercin’ niggas cheeks
Can’t learn this shit in school, it’s from experience in the streets (Streets)

[Chorus: Mozzy]
Every night it’s gun shots and you’ll get popped if you don’t play it right
Our way of life, she call me over just to lay the pipe
She ain’t my type, I’d rather pull up on this eighth of slime
Need cups and ice, that’s on the B, this shit be every night
It’s gun shots and you’ll get popped
Every night it’s gun shots and you’ll get popped if you don’t play it right
Our way of life, she call me over just to lay the pipe
She ain’t my type, I’d rather pull up on this eighth of slime
Need cups and ice, that’s on the B, this shit be-

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Every night
A hundred shots, we tote Glocks, that’s the way of life
Scream, “Fuck a opp”, spin the block, make ’em pay the price
You had that shit for too long, I need my pape’ tonight
And that’s the only way to stay safe
My youngin’ feet up in the county, know his case paid
I Cash App’d him two thousand, fuck a JPay
We Facetimin’ at the game, bitch, the gang made
They tried to frame us, but they got whacked the same day
‘Cause it’s every night, fifty the first spin sixty out this Tech
I know they dead, fuck twice we gon’ triple back
We throw up twelve’s, we on the four, where they crippin’ at?
A dub show don’t gangbang if you ain’t livin’ that

[Chorus: Mozzy]
Every night it’s gun shots and you’ll get popped if you don’t play it right
Our way of life, she call me over just to lay the pipe
She ain’t my type, I’d rather pull up on this eighth of slime
Need cups and ice, that’s on the B, this shit be every night
It’s gun shots and you’ll get popped
Every night it’s gun shots and you’ll get popped if you don’t play it right
Our way of life, she call me over just to lay the pipe
She ain’t my type, I’d rather pull up on this eighth of slime
Need cups and ice, that’s on the B, this shit be-

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