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thru the night (remix) - rotorial lyrics

[verse 1: jack harlow]
through the night
she just want the tip, no advice
on the side of the road, what’s the risk? roll the dice
if they catch us, i don’t care ’cause we all gon’ die (yeah, yeah)
yeah, we all gon’ die
i was worried, to be honest, but it’s all goin’ right
when i first laid eyes, i was awful enticed
and i might be off something, but i’m all in now
she gotta call in now
i don’t think that you should work tomorrow
she said, “first of all
i’m still goin’ in,” like rich homie quan
but with you and me, god, man, it feels so intense
i already seen that movie but i will go again with you
i got a few i been tending to
but tonight, i forgot all about ’em

[verse 2: blueface & jack harlow ]
holy moly, 40 lеave him like a donut (holy moly)
pull up and shoot like ginóbili (ginóbili)
can’t wеar the rollie without the pollie (rollie*pollie)
holy moly, 40 leave him like a donut (holy moly)
pull up and shoot like ginóbili (ginóbili)
can’t wear the rollie without the pollie (rollie*pollie)
rollie*pollie, can’t wear the rollie without the pollie (rollie*pollie)
twin glocks named zack and cody (holy moly)
party p**per just like mr. moseby (ooh)
do a mission in my sprinter van (sprintin’)
hop out, sprintin’ (runnin’)
hit him in the back, rip through his stomach (ugh)
shoot the club up, i ain’t tell her i was comin’ (ooh)
this ho hit and i ain’t even have to punch in (punch in)
up the 23 like jumpman (‘sup then?)
just in case a ***** try to jump in (jump in)
jump in, jump in, jump in
holy moly, 40 leave him like a donut (holy moly)
pull up and shoot like ginóbili (ginóbili)
can’t wear the rollie without the pollie (rollie*pollie), holy moly
through the night
[verse 3: nle choppa & jack harlow]
holy (yeah)
glock got a ****, i’ma **** on that ***** (brr)
put my gun to his lip like he kissin’ that
pop up at his house, i ain’t sendin’ no diss (nope, knock*knock)
you childish, lil’, i’m a grown*up (big dawg)
put this… donut (she eatin’)
if a ***** want smoke, we gon’ roll up, make him bite the dust (yeah, yeah, yeah)
every time that i shoot, you know i’m not missin’ (brr)
leave that boy dry like a popeyes biscuit (yeah)
up in the head, better keep your distance
pull up and shoot like andrew wiggins

i am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
i’m with the sh like i’m dennis
i started this sh, i’ma finish
be hatin’, tryna blemish my image
who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
extended clip long as a rope
we wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
i knew that boy was a
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your set? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point a finger, this sh can get dangerous
these… hatin’, these ****** plottin’
ooh, he got money, i’m runnin’ his wallet
you say you a k!ller, lil’, stop it
in a shootout, your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
my, they scammin’, they swipin’ them cards
through the night
[verse 4: king quice & jack harlow]
i honestly have no clue what the lyrics are. if someone can figure it out can you add it? thanks
through the night

[verse 5: bryson tiller]
through the night
i would try to get it tonight
yeah, the phone on my head like, “you better do right”
i’m alone in the bed, yeah, i know what you said
better cope with it
don’t take me for a joke and i won’t get a friend that’s tryna be more than that
i’m convinced that it’s sorta that
when i seen you in the pics, i could tell you was forcin’ that
i got time for this
minus the bullsh, i’m cool now, look at my common sense
and i’m just realizing this
know my soul isn’t trapped
but what’s holding me back is the old me, in fact
i’ma get intact, i’ma get it back
mama, hold me to that
just, just, just hold me to that
on stack, me and jack got the city on smack
that’s word, huh, that’s words
used to catch 18 all the way to newburg
it was only me and her, i don’t care what you heard
only me and her, i don’t care what you heard
got a southern accent, she’ll slur a few words
that’s virtue, sir, let me share a few words
hey, let me share a few words
feeling unappreciated, let me cherish you first, yeah

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