Lit Lyrics - Singles - Bas

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, 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 like dynamite 

Smoke one, that I might 

I'm on my night job, always knew how to play these cards of mine 

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Fuck rap, we seen harder times 

Jump back like Vinny Carter prime 

I'm on mine 

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 gonner 

He ducked shots, now it's "Bas we gotta phone her" 

I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and 

Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiats don't want 'em 

Nigga word to Selassie, I'm zonin' 

Photos 

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 Dash's 

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, Skrrr 

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 40 

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 cold fame album 

Lately I've been dancing like a Soul train album 

Lately silly making songs 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 gotta eat for niggas, keep reachin' 

If these bullets was heat seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas 

I'm on mine