Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night Job, artist - Bas. Date of issue: 15.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Night Job |
| 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… |