Bas - Night Job ft. J. Cole Chords

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[G] I'm on my night job, my niggas ride in my city, understand us, see a hundred bandits,
each put a hundred bands up, they can't call us bandits no more, same hood, [C#] same corner
store, but I'm same old hoes, ain't [Em] wearing panties no more, I'm on my night job, slim
waist with them fat thighs, [Bm] never been baptized, [D] but she soak me all in the holy [G] water, I'm
one of five, she the only [Bm] daughter, she ain't [F#m] used to sharing, I ain't used to [Bm] caring, let's
play proof of [D] that, this lady my lifestyle's like [A] dynamite, I'ma go [E] lights out, [Bm] like dynamite,
smoke one that I might, I'm on [D] my night job, always [Em] knew how to play these cards of mine,
fuck [Bm] rap, we seen harder times, [D] jump back like Vinnie Carter Prime, I'm on [G] mine, _ [Em] _ _ _
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[G] on my night job, y'all [E] niggas jiving, I'm back to bent [N] position, earn hard, I'ma [G] catch
some niggas slipping, burn hard on the track and get the whipping, I'm on my night job,
why it's always [F#m] black to get detention, for my nigga with the pants to get the [G] flipping,
boy that [Bm] trap is an accurate [Gm] description, I'm on my [G] night job, [D]
finally got bossy off
the corner, [Bm] O10 niggas thought he was a goner, he duck shots now his boss we got the phone
up, I'm on my [G] night job, [D] flew the posse out the room [Bm] and won't tell you about no bossy
[D] ass, don't want no nigga workin' so lousy, I'm zoning, I'm on my night job, got old niggas
trying to fight cause they can't capture, the feeling from the days before the game
passed them, niggas out here looking like a [E] bunch of Dame dashes, Nicorette that's
[A] past work, that ain't better than your last word, [Em] cigarette let the ash burn on them,
said it weren't about the last word, I'ma [G] hit the gas, swerve on them, skrrr, too hard to [Em] riot,
that's my best excuse for being [F#m] lazy, being an artist that's the best excuse for [G] being
crazy, I've been so infatuated, [Em] went to Clark and [F#m] graduated, now she on my [A] FaceTime and
my niggas she just [Bm] masturbated, fuck an album release party, I'm out in the street shawty,
how many rappers I kill counted at least forty, [D] now I ain't got but shorty down on her [Bm] knees
for me, I'm horny like that Coltrane album, a love supreme that's cold fade [D] album, lately
I been dancing like it's Soul Train hour, lately silly making songs talking about how
they hate me, they been loving me this whole time, my only adversary was my [C#] own mind, killed
my ego now I'm snapping like it's 09, with a gold mine of inspiration for y'all,
[Bm] fuck your cosign, that nigga came up with the whole neither, [G] don't ask for a feature,
we bring our own [D] leader, ether to each, yeah [A] we got heat in your niggas, keep [C#] reaching,
if these bullies was heat [F#m] seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas, I'm on my own.
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