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