Calboy – “All Night Long” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Date 2021-04-19

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

American act, Calboy premieres the visual for ALB Beats, Cartier Curry & Shoki-produced “All Night Long” track. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Calboy All Night Long

Calboy All Night Long

Calboy still has the hustle of an independent artist, even with the majors backing him. He maintains a similar ethos to the hustlers-turned-rappers that came before him who kept a steady stream of music on deck. On Sunday, the rapper emerged with his latest single, “All Night Long.” It’s an ode to the almighty dollar sign and the unmatched hustle that has positioned him as one of the brightest young stars in the game.

The Long Live The Kings rapper is only a few weeks removed from releasing his latest single, “Miseducation” ft. Lil Wayne. Hopefully, that’s a sign that a new project is on the way soon.

Calboy – All Night Long (prod. ALB Beats, Cartier Curry & Shoki)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Thuggin’ on the P block all night long (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t about the money, why you callin’ my phone? (Yeah)
On the corner in my Reebok, totin’ my chrome (Yeah, yeah)
Opposition, bendin’ corner, get his ass gone
(Ayy yo, Shoki)
Let’s get it (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, no need for discussion, bitch, it’s clear I’m up next (Duh)
Got me feelin’ different, bitch, I turned ’em upset (Ayy)
Shawty asked me, “Why they sleeping?” I ain’t woke ’em up yet (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I make money while I’m sleeping, woke up to a dumb check (Uh-huh)
Thought I was lackin’, you trippin’, bitch, you know I got it on me (Boom)
We come from them trenches, ramen noodles, ravioli (Damn)
Put a sign in my front lawn, told ’em, “It’s gang members only” (Gang, gang)
Ain’t no tit for tat, wanna play them games, go grab a Sony (Bang)
On my block, it’s zombieland, bitch, we chase dead mans (Chase dead mans)
I got money on my brain, it’s top like headband (It’s top like headband)
I told ’em once, won’t tell ’em twice and now your mans dead (Now your mans dead)
Glock came with a switch, it’s sick, so he was dead fast (He was dead fast)
They know I’m not regular, you best watch your step when I’m steppin’ through (When I’m steppin’ through)
I got to that money, they say we young and reckless, running lose (Oh, woah, woah)
Baby girl, I’m thuggin’, bitch, you lucky if I fuck with you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
We want all the smoke, you sayin’ it’s up then you know that’s stuck with you (Ayy)

[Chorus]
We were thuggin’ on the P block all night long (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t about the money, why you callin’ my phone? (Yeah, yeah)
On the corner in my Reebok (Oh, oh), totin’ my chrome (Yeah, yeah)
Opposition, bendin’ corner, get his ass gone (Oh)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
If he slide, get him fried, we won’t duck, no (We won’t duck, ho)
On the guys, fuck your side, we want gun smoke (We want gun smoke)
Ayy, heard it’s drama time that we won’t have, get see me up close
We get lit, oh baby, I don’t mind, you know I’m up, ho (Hey, hey)

[Verse 2]
In my land, I’m certified, I got a bag and she know (She know)
Told her play her cards right, but we ain’t playin’ casino (‘Sino)
Bitch, I got that shit on, I been drippin’ VLONE (VLONE)
I just rolled the dice just like we playin’ ‘sino

[Chorus]
We were thuggin’ on the P block all night long (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t about the money, why you callin’ my phone? (Yeah, yeah)
On the corner in my Reebok (Oh, oh), totin’ my chrome (Yeah, yeah)
Opposition, bendin’ corner, get his ass gone (Oh)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
If he slide, get him fried, we won’t duck, no (We won’t duck, ho)
On the guys, fuck your side, we want gun smoke (We want gun smoke)
Heard it’s drama time, that we won’t have, get see me up close
We get lit, oh baby, I don’t mind, you know I’m up, ho (Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
We were thuggin’ on the P block all night long
Ain’t about the money, why you callin’ my phone?
On the corner in my Reebok, totin’ my chrome
Opposition, bendin’ corner, get his ass gone
Yeah

Watch Video

https://youtu.be/c0EQd0hKPpU

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