Bas - Night Job (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bas - Night Job (en) Lyrics
I'm on my nightjob
My niggas ride n 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
wearin 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 5
But she the only daughter
She ain't used to sharin
I ain't used to carin
Lets play truth or dare
Cause lately
my lifestyle's
Like dynamite
Ima go lights out
Black dynamite
Smoke one, that I might
Always knew how to play
these cards of mine
Fuck rap we
seen harder times
Jump back like
vinny carter prime
I'm on mine
Y'all niggas jiving
I'm back up in position
Earnhardt
I'mma catch
them niggas slipping
Burn hard on the track
and get to whippin
Why its always blacks
that get detention
For my nigga with packs
that get to flipping
Boy that trap is an accurate
description
Finally got
bassy off the corner
0 10 Niggas
thought he was a goner
He duck shots
Now its bas we got a phoner
Flew the posse
out to rome and
Won't tell you bout no basquiats
don't want em
Nigga word to
selassie-i I'm zonin
Got old niggas tryin to bite
cause they can't capture
That feelin from the 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 ya last work
Cigarette, let the ash burn
on em instead of worrying
bout the last word
Ima hit the
gas swerve on em
Too high to riot thats my best
excuse for being lazy
Being an artist thats the best
excuse for being crazy
I been so infatuated
Went to clark
and graduated
Now she on my facetime
And my nigga
She just masturbated
Fuck a album release party
I'm out in the
streets shortie
How many rappers I killed?
Counted at least 40
Nah I aint god but shortie
down on her knees for me
I horny like
that coletrane album
A love supreme
Thats cole fav album lately
I been dancing like a soul
train hour lately
Silly, making songs talkin
bout how they hate me
They been loving
me the whole time
My only
adversary was my own mind
Killed my ego and now I'm
snapping like its 0 9
With a goldmine of inspiration
for y'all
Fuck your cosign
That nigga can't fuck
with cole neither
Don't ask for a feature
We'll bring our
whole liter of ether
To eat ya
We got heat for niggas
Keep reaching
If these bullets
were heat seekin
They wouldn't
even reach you niggas
I'm on my
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