Coming Like A Thief In The Night Song Lyrics


Coming Like A Thief In The Night Song Lyrics By Baby Keem ft. Brent Faiyaz. I come in like a thief in the night Two phones, I’m the stereotype Mama know me, I’m picky who I like There’s not a fake bit^h in sight.

Coming Like A Thief In The Night Song Lyrics

It’s a lot of hoes in here, lot of lost soulsWhole group of dime bit^hes and they in VogueTryna find me a bit^h that no one knowsI’m tryna find me a bit^h that no one knowsYou see that bit^h right there, she fu^ked OVOYou see that bit^h right there, she fuc^ed RomeoTryna find me a bit^h that no one knowsI’m tryna find me a bit^h that no one knows

Jumpin’ out the coupePullin’ out smoothI’m not afraid to loseI’ll put you on the newsT^^^^es on the FaceTime, let ’em outBlock him, erase him, let me knowShawty hop in that Bentayga, it’s time to goWhеn I put you in the latest, make surе he know

I’m quick to book a flight, I’m not new to the gameThat pu^^y gettin’ tame, go public on the lamesI bought it, say that name, Alexander McQ-Q-Q-QueenRolex, woah, heart on frozeTen white toesIt’s hot out here, I’ve hit my lowsYour leverage in the backYour best friend was trash, trash, trashGet gone like The Flash, Flash, FlashLet’s add and subtract, mathI see that you look at these VV-VVsLet’s get you a piece for me

I know that you kiss and tellWho’s someone that we can tell?You need a real ni^^a in your lifeI come in like a thief in the nightTwo phones, I’m the stereotypeMama know me, I’m picky who I likeThere’s not a fake bit^h in sightCome in like a thief in the night(Hold up, where my phone?)

Sixteen missed callsSorry, I was busy, but I missed you (Miss me when I’m coming home)If you see me ballin’ then my bit^h ballAll my ni^^as ballin’ like I’m Rich PaulSkrrt off in the Audi (Whip), I’ma lift off (Whip, whip)All your bit^hes do pilates when you’re rich, dawgSo if she can’t pop a squat, then that’s a rip-offKeep the CDG, y’all ni^^as ripped off (Oh)And your ni^^a better not think that he the only one (Ooh, ooh, only one)That ni^^a match his fitted with some Jordan 1s (Yeah, yeah)If it ain’t Issey, then miss meNUWO with HublotsBad bit^h with Chrome toesAnd we shoot movies, not photosShe not in it for the fameNobody know her name

Jumpin’ out the coupePullin’ out smoothI’m not afraid to loseI’ll put you on the newsT^^^^es on the FaceTime, let ’em outBlock him, erase him, let me knowShawty hop in that Bentayga, it’s time to goWhen I put you in the latest, make sure he know

Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babeYeah, I know it’s hard, babeBut I’m still on your side, babeAlright, babe, alright, babeI know it’s hard, babeStay by your side babe

Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babePlease show me a sign, babe, wish I had more time, babeAlright, babe, alright, babeBusy all the time, babe, too late to reply, babePut me to the test, we young but we pay billsPlease don’t make a mess, I don’t do good with spillsLately, I been stressed (Been deep in a drill)No regrets when it’s real

Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babeYeah, I know it’s hard, babeBut I’m still on your side, babeAlright, babe, alright, babeI know it’s hard, babeIt’s alright

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