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Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, oh
Oh (I’m tryna fuckin’ get ’em), oh (I’m tryna fuckin’ get ’em)
Oh, oh (get ’em), oh
Oh (gettin’ big on this), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
What do you want? Won’t tell you twice, yeah
I’m a thief in the night (thief in the night), oh
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I’m always right (oh, oh)
Said, “I know how to shoot” (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night
Look, if I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or bae for the night, you not my wife
She want a killer to fuck all night
I wanna fuck on a thot, gimme head all night
AP, big rocks, in the hood with the ‘rillas
Five K on the dinner, bring 300 thou’ to the dealer
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I’m always right (oh, oh)
Said, “I know how to shoot” (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night
Baby
I’m rich but I’m ridin’ and I’m low on exotic
I’m ’bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin’ ain’t seen, all this money on me
Hunnid racks in the bag, that’s a honey bun
Baby OG, I been runnin’ these streets
Got the game fully shine on my momma’s son
Learn ’bout the triple cross when I was young
And I know I ain’t goin’ so I keep a gun
I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
She beggin’ for attention, I don’t see her
C.I.P. Pop, I wish that you could see us
Million cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some niggas in the street, wanna beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can’t see me
I’m in the Rolls Royce with a RiRi
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I’m always right (oh, oh)
Said, “I know how to shoot” (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night
Yeah, like a thief in the night (thief)
I pull up, give her D for the night (uh-huh)
Tryna fuck in the V, it’s aight (let’s fuck)
We can’t fuck up my seats ’cause they white
(That’s my seats, watch my motherfuckin’ seats)
I’m livin’ like Thriller, I only come out at the night time
She don’t fuck with liquor, don’t like bein’ tipsy
She don’t do the Henny, just white wine (what she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio (yeah)
I pull up in the Porsche wit’ a freaky hoe (zoom)
Park the Porsche and pull up in a Lambo’ (hmph)
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin’ camo (yessir)
Think she cute, make her fuck, watch her man go (she cute)
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I’m Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it’s a choker (oh)
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya
I did some wrongs (oh), but I’m always right (oh, oh)
Said, “I know how to shoot” (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Alex Petit / Jonathan Lyndale Kirk / Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen / Bashar Barakah Jackson / Dominique Armani Jones / Cedric Benjamin Leutwyler / Jess Reid Jackson
For The Night lyrics © Universal Music Corp., Sony/atv Songs Llc, Papa George Music, Quality Control Qc Pro, Songs Of Universal Inc., Wolf Pack Global Music Publishing, Victor Victor Music, Baby Jesus Publishing, South Coast Music Group Llc, Jksn Publishing
