(Oooh oh oh)
Here for the night
Get what you like
Sent for the flight
Six summer nights
(Oooh)
She Fall in line
These calls declined
Chief up the pine
Pour up a five
I
Might Need Your
Love for the night
Nothing real Sum' slight
Just enough To tell my friends
I f*cked
Tell Me All Your
Dirty f*ckin' lies
If I could share a few of mine
You be surprised
But I could give a f*ck
Really I could give a f*ck
Niggas tryna' front round forty third
I keep my semi tucked
Showin' if a hoe nigga
Try purpin' man wish him luck
Say she ain't a hoe
But for the bro know she gon' give it up
I know she gon' give it up
(Yeah)
Sauce it up for my gang
Sauce it up on my hoes
No this shit not the same
Know this shit not for show
(nah nah)
Candy coated rain
That hoe bloody nose
Xannys to the brain
Hoes galore
Panties on the floor
Feds' try knockin' at the door
Dash to the stash
Flushin' that down the commode
Fed' niggas swept my home
I was twelve years old
Hid the thirty eight in my drawers
Oops gon' hate let em' talk
Nigga no new friends
Cause my money started getting kinda long
You the only girl I could I want
Showed her fangs and her tongue
Lil' baby took a bite of my heart
I'm a real like rockstar
Shawty suck a nigga soul
After that poppin' two bars
R&B and I got bars
Know the pen game hard
On the way to toppin' these charts
Hit that bitch with my clothes on
Stroke game so long
Say she can't take it all
Hit that bitch wit my clothes on
Shawty cummin' all on
My como de Garçon
Hit me that lick then run off witcha' bitch
Pick of my dick shoot that straight at ya' chick
I been getting rich wake up chase me a check
I been getting litty' since I was a jit'
Nigga king of my city like my name Bruce Wayne
Suave chop up the kitty like I was Liu kang
Baby butter pecan and I just wanna taste
Last year she ain't want me
Now she give me face
I
Might
Need
Your
Love for the night
Nothing real
Sum' slight
Just enough
To tell my friends
I f*cked
Tell Me All Your
Dirty f*ckin' lies
If I could share a few of mine
You be surprised
But I could give a f*ck
Dilliano Suavé - FOR THE NIGHT Lyrics
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English
(Oooh oh oh)
Here for the night
Get what you like
Sent for the flight
Six summer nights
(Oooh)
She Fall in line
These calls declined
Chief up the pine
Pour up a five
I
Might Need Your
Love for the night
Nothing real Sum' slight
Just enough To tell my friends
I f*cked
Tell Me All Your
Dirty f*ckin' lies
If I could share a few of mine
You be surprised
But I could give a f*ck
Really I could give a f*ck
Niggas tryna' front round forty third
I keep my semi tucked
Showin' if a hoe nigga
Try purpin' man wish him luck
Say she ain't a hoe
But for the bro know she gon' give it up
I know she gon' give it up
(Yeah)
Sauce it up for my gang
Sauce it up on my hoes
No this shit not the same
Know this shit not for show
(nah nah)
Candy coated rain
That hoe bloody nose
Xannys to the brain
Hoes galore
Panties on the floor
Feds' try knockin' at the door
Dash to the stash
Flushin' that down the commode
Fed' niggas swept my home
I was twelve years old
Hid the thirty eight in my drawers
Oops gon' hate let em' talk
Nigga no new friends
Cause my money started getting kinda long
You the only girl I could I want
Showed her fangs and her tongue
Lil' baby took a bite of my heart
I'm a real like rockstar
Shawty suck a nigga soul
After that poppin' two bars
R&B and I got bars
Know the pen game hard
On the way to toppin' these charts
Hit that bitch with my clothes on
Stroke game so long
Say she can't take it all
Hit that bitch wit my clothes on
Shawty cummin' all on
My como de Garçon
Hit me that lick then run off witcha' bitch
Pick of my dick shoot that straight at ya' chick
I been getting rich wake up chase me a check
I been getting litty' since I was a jit'
Nigga king of my city like my name Bruce Wayne
Suave chop up the kitty like I was Liu kang
Baby butter pecan and I just wanna taste
Last year she ain't want me
Now she give me face
I
Might
Need
Your
Love for the night
Nothing real
Sum' slight
Just enough
To tell my friends
I f*cked
Tell Me All Your
Dirty f*ckin' lies
If I could share a few of mine
You be surprised
But I could give a f*ck
Here for the night
Get what you like
Sent for the flight
Six summer nights
(Oooh)
She Fall in line
These calls declined
Chief up the pine
Pour up a five
I
Might Need Your
Love for the night
Nothing real Sum' slight
Just enough To tell my friends
I f*cked
Tell Me All Your
Dirty f*ckin' lies
If I could share a few of mine
You be surprised
But I could give a f*ck
Really I could give a f*ck
Niggas tryna' front round forty third
I keep my semi tucked
Showin' if a hoe nigga
Try purpin' man wish him luck
Say she ain't a hoe
But for the bro know she gon' give it up
I know she gon' give it up
(Yeah)
Sauce it up for my gang
Sauce it up on my hoes
No this shit not the same
Know this shit not for show
(nah nah)
Candy coated rain
That hoe bloody nose
Xannys to the brain
Hoes galore
Panties on the floor
Feds' try knockin' at the door
Dash to the stash
Flushin' that down the commode
Fed' niggas swept my home
I was twelve years old
Hid the thirty eight in my drawers
Oops gon' hate let em' talk
Nigga no new friends
Cause my money started getting kinda long
You the only girl I could I want
Showed her fangs and her tongue
Lil' baby took a bite of my heart
I'm a real like rockstar
Shawty suck a nigga soul
After that poppin' two bars
R&B and I got bars
Know the pen game hard
On the way to toppin' these charts
Hit that bitch with my clothes on
Stroke game so long
Say she can't take it all
Hit that bitch wit my clothes on
Shawty cummin' all on
My como de Garçon
Hit me that lick then run off witcha' bitch
Pick of my dick shoot that straight at ya' chick
I been getting rich wake up chase me a check
I been getting litty' since I was a jit'
Nigga king of my city like my name Bruce Wayne
Suave chop up the kitty like I was Liu kang
Baby butter pecan and I just wanna taste
Last year she ain't want me
Now she give me face
I
Might
Need
Your
Love for the night
Nothing real
Sum' slight
Just enough
To tell my friends
I f*cked
Tell Me All Your
Dirty f*ckin' lies
If I could share a few of mine
You be surprised
But I could give a f*ck
Writer: Dylan Grimm
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid