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First Night
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Singer/Songwriter
First Night was released on August 14, 2025 by NDO as a part of the album First Night - Single
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Release DateAugust 14, 2025
LabelNDO
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sav NDO
Sav NDO
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sav NDO
Sav NDO
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LYRIC SOUND STUDIO
LYRIC SOUND STUDIO
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Baby, it don't make you a ho if you fuck the first night
 I remember servin' some money, she died the first time
 I'll make it out, man, trust me, I'm close
 You know I'm close, but
 I keep on goin', trust me, yeah
 Baby, it don't make you a ho if you fuck the first night
 I remember servin' some money, she died the first time
 No one took me, I put blood on my blade on my first glide
 Overlooked me, till I made a twenty in my first line
 Fourteen, started sellin' crack, that was my first crime
 Ignore me, one minute I'm cool and then I'll burst mine
 Told me that she wants to go to Marbs with her friends
 No, I'm not controllin', just come with me, control the ends
 Even though my tags at nine p.m., I got them callin' me at ten
 She thinks I'm from London, baby, I'm from 8 or 10
 Trap ****, country boy, cocaine or I deploy
 And if you're ready for the bando, then you'll get employed
 Snowfall, I feel like Franklin with his bric-a-boy
 Gold too, even though these pebbles leave their life destroyed
 Baby, it don't make you a ho if you fuck the first night
 I remember servin' some money, she died the first time
 No one took me, I put blood on my blade on my first glide
 Overlooked me, till I made a twenty in my first line
 Fourteen, started sellin' crack, that was my first crime
 Ignore me, one minute I'm cool and then I'll burst mine
 It's been a minute, I don't know when to stop
 Thousand times I made a bando pump, I hit the T with lumps
 Thousand crimes I've done, the only thing I can do
 Is talk to God, done with fuckin' hoes
 Come, we hit the gym, then go for lunch
 Serve up a thousand pebbles, me and Whiteway
 Blended feed and ducks, just turned on my phone
 Made a two, then checked up on my mum
 Stepdad greet him like a man, car, treats me like his son
 Convicted criminal, my music tells you where it all begun
 Pockets filled with dirty notes, my brothers know I'm far from litch
 I got cold water touchin' Yola from my fingertips
 Turn a nino to a half a brick, the neighbours don't permit
 They think it's lit, but this life is shit, my teenage years I skip
 All I see is needles
 Zombies, but I treat them like they're people
 Why they so deceitful?
 God forgive me for this life I live, it's evil
 Listen, lately I've been thinkin' bout my past life
 Stabbings that I can't get rid of, sittin' in my archive
 Twenty bad and half grenadie and I'm into gunfire
 You can't tell me about this hard life
 Fifteen, sellin' off a hard line
 We live to die, this shit don't seem right
 I talk to God so I can see light
Written by: Sav NDO
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