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brizzy - daytown nights lyrics

daytown (rocca)

brizzy chrous

pro clubs all white tees, chuck tees posted out with the homies, daytown nights b-mping oldies hit the switches hitting swishers with the brodie’s x2
jhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(brizzy)

gotta make a way gotta get these dolla bills, dropped house party now they asking how i feel
same go all the way searching for a deal, reveal these fake niggas that’s hating on what’s real
you see me hanging on the wheel switching up the
lanes hope this rap shit can cop me a gold chain
ima young nigga grinding doin his d-mn thang
have you ever seen a nigga fresh off a d-mn stain
god forgives i don’t you could call me rozay
working hard like my first name jose
pull up to spot holdin up the valet, gotta a spanish shawty straight off the valley, smoke comin out the car cause we fuck with that flight, sleeping over night well i guess it’s alright, give her bomb sex on the pipe all night sober light another blunt to get us in the sky

chorus

rocca

everything gotta a motive at least i’m keeping it a real, shit a party ain’t a party unless my niggas doing drills
and most of em cold hearted give a fuck about how you feel
east siding on the west coast you shoulda knew the deal
talk some new shit, always keep it moving what’s your two cents to a hunnid all that yopping never do shit
don’t be foolish and get caught up with your lose lips ballin no discussion daytown we the new 6
really i can fuck yo homegirl on some rude shit pick you up and drop than cop a new
this the new 6 daytown hitting with some hood acrobatics cause these niggas love to flip shit
that’s some b-tch shit talking bout she misses cause she a see a nigga flossing with a chain and a new fit and i wish a nigga would i’ll grab the duce 5th warren g that nigga i come up and regulate shit

pro clubs, all white tees chuck tees posted out with the homies
daytown nights, b-mping oldies hit the switches hitting swishers with the brodie’s x2

daytown shit, it ain’t really what it seems
got niggas with school boy fits tryna sell dreams
real one gotta get it by any means
s loc got the thing if you disrespect the team
bossed up moves always stay bossed up
when it’s time to flex gotta be flossed up
hotties in the telly ready to get tossed up
niggas took yo shit now you got mossed up
views in life tryna live it all but we party every night so we could live life
hopped on the mic now i’m feeling alright dropped house party everybody saying it was tight
life ain’t a rush tryna make things plush shit on the haters after that i flush
always on the grind the money is a must any sucka against us getting crushed no fuss

- brizzy lyrics

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