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arte – daily lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1 : arte]

let’s go and let’s get it
t$o death of my reppin
make sure that i’m counting my blessings
pops is the reverend
giving these people the message
but me, i’m repet-tively flexin’
make sure when you textin’
keep it all trill like it’s texas
or keep running back like my exes
getting rejected
full of the drama so i know that you are so young and so reckless
*that’s word* x4
got a lil growin’ up to do and ion get it
you only really cared about yourself while you ride in ya black honda civic
never gave a f-ck and never will with all the codes that are so d-mn encrypted
testing my senses
going all in like the street lights came on like we right above infant
d-mn!
that’s a throwback
best believe i’ma catch if she throw that
hennessy, keep the lean you can po’ that
yo wifey all on me you ain’t know that
you owe me some money i need mo’ dat
and mv that’s the city of toe tags
catching z’s all on me a r t to the e
r t r is the label we sure that
*sheesh, word*

[hook : arte]
we do this sh-t daily
everything kosher and gravy
and plus our demeanor is wavy
all of these leeches don’t phase me
you n-ggas still think that i’m playing
just know that we do this sh-t daily

[chorus : arte]
monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, all weekend n-gga x4

[verse 2 : t$o teelowe]
yeah
and we do this all week
pull up out the parking lot you hear the tires screech
yo b-tch is still up on my n-u-t-t-z’s
but i told her back up you can’t get none of the these
whoa!
counting my blessing like uchies
f-cked yo b-tch in nike sandals i ain’t need guccis
hit it one time sent her back to her hooptie
come with yo chains out my n-ggas is lootin’
keep talking tough all my n-ggas go stupid
ruthless tribe records my n-ggas with the movement
listen to the flow, it’s sounding like fluid
t$o plotting, we getting straight to it
know some blue flags, know some n-ggas piru’n
she dug in my pockets like “b-tch what you doing?”
she reach for my money like “b-tch is you stupid?”
i reach for my gat and im getting straight to it

[hook]
[chorus]

- arte lyrics

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