| I won’t let it out until you let me know if you love it
|
| Ayy, baby, I’ma take it low
|
| I’m on my night job
|
| My niggas riding, my city understand us
|
| See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up
|
| They can’t call us bandits no more
|
| Same hood, same corner store
|
| But them same old hoes ain’t wearing panties no more
|
| I’m on my night job
|
| Slim waist with them fat thighs
|
| Never been baptized
|
| But she soak me all in her holy water
|
| I’m one of five, she the only daughter
|
| She ain’t used to sharing
|
| I ain’t used to caring
|
| Let’s play truth or dare
|
| 'Cause lately my lifestyle’s like dynamite
|
| I’ma go lights out, Black Dynamite
|
| Smoke one, that I might
|
| I’m on my night job
|
| Always knew how to play these cards of mine
|
| Fuck rap, we seen harder times
|
| Jump back like Vinny Carter prime
|
| I’m on my—
|
| I won’t let it out until you let me know if you love it
|
| Aye, baby, I’ma take it low
|
| I’m on my night job, y’all niggas jivin', I’m back up in position
|
| Earnhardt, I’ma catch some nigga slippin'
|
| Burn hard on a track and get to whippin'
|
| I’m on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention?
|
| For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in
|
| Boy, that trap is a accurate description
|
| I’m on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner
|
| '010 niggas thought he was a goner
|
| He ducked shots, now it’s «Bas we got a phoner»
|
| I’m on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and
|
| Won’t tell you 'bout no Basquiat, don’t want 'em
|
| Nigga, word to Selassie I, I’m zonin'
|
| I’m on my night job
|
| Got old niggas tryna bite cause they can’t capture
|
| The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em
|
| Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dashes
|
| Nicorette, that’s patchwork
|
| That ain’t better than your last work
|
| Cigarette, let the ash burn
|
| Omen said don’t worry 'bout the last word
|
| I’ma hit the gas, swerve on 'em—Skrr!
|
| Too high to riot, that’s my best excuse for being lazy
|
| Being an artist, that’s the best excuse for being crazy
|
| I’ve been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated
|
| Now she on my face time and, my nigga, she just masturbated
|
| Fuck a album release party, I’m out in the streets, shawty
|
| How many rappers I killed—counted at least forty
|
| Nah, I ain’t God, but shawty down on her knees for me
|
| I’m horny like that Coltrane album
|
| A Love Supreme, that’s Cole fave album
|
| Lately, I’ve been dancing like a Soul Train album lately
|
| Silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me
|
| They’ve been loving me this whole time
|
| My only adversary was my own mind
|
| Killed my ego now I’m snappin' like it’s '09
|
| With a gold mine of inspiration for y’all
|
| Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can’t fuck with Cole neither
|
| Don’t ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether
|
| To eat ya, we got heat for niggas, keep reachin'
|
| If these bullets was heat-seeking
|
| They wouldn’t even reach you niggas
|
| I’m on my… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Night Job , by - Bas. Song from the album Revenge Of The Dreamers II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп