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clavish - day date lyrics

[intro]
(r14)

[chorus]
it wasn’t me, i don’t know the sh+t, fam
me and crash, you know the pressure
i used to be broke, remember?
should i cop the day date or the dweller?
.45, this is not a beretta
drop the roof, the pen’, then the weather
strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter
all of my hoes push p for pleasure
it wasn’t me, i don’t know the sh+t, fam
me and crash, you know the pressure
i used to be broke, remеmber?
should i cop the day date or thе dweller?
.45, this is not a beretta
drop the roof, the pen’, then the weather
strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter
all of my hoes push p for pleasure

[verse]
i hate on the ones, i hit from the sh+lls, [?] girl, don’t be silly
they say i ain’t puttin’ no work, the man there got more jokes than chunkz and filly
two rambo knives, and three machines in the car, that’s risky
bro bro protectin’ himself, protected too ’cause he got the thingy
if rap don’t work, it ain’t back to the drawin’ board, it’s back to servin’
wifi on the plane, but she wanna argue, i told her, “i got no service”
i said i’ll buy my mum a crib before i buy a b+tch a bag
i’m guilty, ’cause if i’m in the wrong, i’m due to buy some shoes and purses
my n+gga don’t play for chelsea, he’s always with reece james and mason mount
my come up was real, i used to get spots on my face from jamie’s couch
a nine of each, i’ma tag that down, pray feds don’t run up in jamie’s house
i can do day dates now, told my youngin if it ain’t a k, don’t count
told my brentwood one, “sit down,” she got more attitude than chloe brockett
mason just phoned me, said, “i’m in the charts again, but i’m not even bothered”
remember, never had [?] fit in your hand, tell nb, “bring out the shotty”
that could’ve been a gbh case, that was years ago, and i’m still not sorry
interview room, not sayin’
been a stubborn yute since [?]
burn the jam, sh+t, now i gotta put blades in backs even though i’m famous
c+l+a+v, so she want a taste
nah, i’m not takin’ her out, i don’t go on dates
especially ones in the day, unless that’s forty racks for the face
[chorus]
it wasn’t me, i don’t know the sh+t, fam
me and crash, you know the pressure
i used to be broke, remember?
should i cop the day date or the dweller?
.45, this is not a beretta
drop the roof, the pen’, then the weather
strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter
all of my hoes push p for pleasure
it wasn’t me, i don’t know the sh+t, fam
me and crash, you know the pressure
i used to be broke, remember?
should i cop the day date or the dweller?
.45, this is not a beretta
drop the roof, the pen’, then the weather
strokin’ it slow, makin’ her wetter
all of my hoes push p for pleasure

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