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for the night (remix) - pop smoke lyrics

[intro: pop smoke]
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k!ll ’em, get ’em, get ’em, oh
oh (i’m tryna f*ckin’ get ’em), oh (i’m tryna f*ck on a thot)
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

[verse 1: dababy & pop smoke]
like a thief in the night (thief)
i pull up, give her d for the night (uh*huh)
tryna f*ck in the v, it’s aight (let’s f*ck)
we can’t f*ck up my seats ’cause they white (that’s my seats, watch my motherf*ckin’ seats)
i’m livin’ like “thriller,” i only come out at the night time
she don’t f*ck with liquor, don’t like bеin’ tipsy
she don’t do the henny, just whitе wine (what she do?)
pop the cork on some new pinot grigio (yeah)
i pull up in the porsche wit’ a freaky ho (zoom)
park the porsche then pull up in a lambo (hmph)
i hop out, major payne, rockin’ camo (yessir)
think she cute, make her f*ck, let her man go (she cute)
like to shoot, light you up, b*tch, i’m rambo
cuban link full of rocks, it’s a choker (oh)
rest in peace to the pop, make me smoke ya
[verse 2: mulatto]
yeah, they call me back in, ‘latto, three shows, one night
b*tch, i’m too rich to fight, your head ain’t nothin’ but a price
i don’t got a type, long his bag bigger than mine
n*gga, i’m spoiled ’cause my folks and them was movin’ that white
you might see me out with one of my n*ggas in public
i ain’t trippin’, he ain’t hit it, can’t name one that i’m f*ckin’
you know ‘latto lowkey, i’m a young og
you can’t play a player, real p*i*m*p
i seen my ex the other day, that n*gga started to cry
i see these b*tches sneak dissin’, they know better to try
’cause like a checked bag we ain’t lettin’ that sh*t fly
big ‘latto got ’em big mad and you see why
i’m pimpin’ n*ggas like chyna, p*ssy all on his liner
four, five different designers, they all like, “i shoulda signed her”
can’t keep up but they tryna, b*tch, you play like a vinyl
when he ask, “is this p*ssy mine?” i told ’em, “kinda”

[chorus: pop smoke]
i did some wrong (oh, oh), but i’m always right (oh, oh)
said i know how to shoot (oh, oh) and i know how to fight
boy, i’ll tell you once, won’t tell you twice
i’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (look)

[verse 3: pop smoke]
if i call you bae, you bae for the day
or a bae for the night, you not my wife
she want a k!ller to f*ck all night
i wanna f*ck on a thot, gimme head all night
ap, big rocks, in the hood with the ‘rillas
five k on the dinner, bring three hundred thou’ to the dealer
[chorus: pop smoke]
i did some wrong (oh, oh), but i’m always right (oh, oh)
said i know how to shoot (oh, oh) and i know how to fight
boy, i’ll tell you once, won’t tell you twice
i’m real discreet, like a thief in the night (look)

- pop smoke lyrics

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