out for the night (part 2(Explicit)) - 21 Savage
Lyrics by：Shayaa Joseph/Jacques Webster/Ahmar Bailey/Carlos Santana
Composed by：Shayaa Joseph/Jacques Webster/Ahmar Bailey/Carlos Santana
Give her back shots till her back hurt back shots
Thumb through the money till my hands hurt cash out
Wanna go on a date you gotta dance first yah yah
Take it to the paint I gotta slam first yah yah
She be actin' stiff with the booty on God
Feelin' like I'm biggie rockin' coogi on God
Draco make you put up that lil' uzi on God
I don't want no features n***as groupies straight up
Pass her to the gang quarterback sneak quarterback sneak
I was in my feelings now it's f**k kiki worried 'bout
Let lil' tip hit that b***h on GP straight up
Smokin' gas n***a I re-up at the BP
Five foot five five she my ride or die die
Never tell a lie lie we like bonnie and clyde clyde
Lookin' at her thigh thigh like do it come with rice rice
She don't like facetime she would rather skype
But I'm out for the night straight up
Out for the night straight up
Out for the night straight up
Out for the night straight up
Yeah I'm out for the night on God
Out for the night on God
Out for the night on God
Out for the night on God
Yeah you workin' hard hard
And I see you I do
And your bills late late
And your rent due yeah
And you never need a man to defend you straight up
You already pissed off on your menstrual straight up
And you been through yeah
'Cause he been through yeah
You a star player star
And he benched you yeah
In your corner I'd never go against you on God
Bought a foreign now it's friends wanna text you straight up
You got off late late
And you worked out worked
You ain't stunt his baby mama
'Cause she burnt out burnt
You got rid of him and made sure
That we worked out facts
So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now racks
Five foot five five she my ride or die die
Never tell a lie lie we like bonnie and clyde clyde
Lookin' at her thigh thigh like do it come with rice rice
She don't like facetime she would rather skype
But I'm out for the night straight up
Out for the night straight up
Out for the night straight up
Out for the night straight up
Yeah I'm out for the night on God
Out for the night on God
Out for the night on God
Out for the night on God
P-pardon my lateness this beat hittin' slap
After take one then just run this s**t back
Say la flame hot no I'm hotter than that yeah
Told you before know this deeper than rap
We been up-up in the cap ain't no cap uh
Just bought the block where they didn't want me at
Just threw a fest right across from the tracks
Tried take my world but I got that b***h back
My heart in this till I heart attack
Runnin' this s**t till cardiac
Not far from this s**t where they find me at
Flame flame la flame
Walk in my closet she tryin' on pieces
She wanna bling blaow for the evenin'
Up at the top it's still plottin' and schemin'
City of angels we watch for the demons
Out of the window we countin' in seasons
Three nights in the forum for the kids gotta feed 'em
They open pits up without even speakin'
It's been some tension but can't rock the wave
Let the coupe roller coast get
The f**k out my way yeah yeah
It will start makin' sense I guess when I get older
For now 'cause they cold I got ice to get colder
I run through the H keep an eighth when I go there
Don't break out moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober
Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this
She wanna go out for the night I'm with it
Yeah
编辑于2021/03/08更新