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day10k - present lyrics

[intro]
yeah .556 gon’ get his ass boot
this beat goin’ dumb y’all cooked on this too
fine sh+t on my d+ck and she callin’ me boo
i pull out the stick, im like “what it do?”
i pull out the stick, this sh+t goin’ off
red beam on his nose, f+ck n+gga, rudolph
he say he gon’ shoot but the n+gga too soft
you walk in my crib, yeah take ya shoes off

5jaah f+ck you, b+tch
yeah
boy+
aye, you now listening to a dj estefan exclusive
yeah yeah yo
boy+ boy f+ck you n+gga!
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[chorus]
yeah
yo
yeah yeah yo
we spin on his block, lil day in a scat
lil day goin’ up, im runnin’ up racks
yeah infinite money, yeah i got the strats
lil day headshot, i knock off his hat
yeah i call up fine sh+t, yeah she make it clap
yeah day in this b+tch, i gotta watch my back
i call up my young n+gga, yеah he gon’ attack
yeah brand new whip, this sh+t mattе black
i got too much green, my pockets real fat
he diss on the gang, lil n+gga get wrapped
yeah, just like a present
[?] to his man, got lil n+gga stressin’
yeah stop all that dissin’, gotta give him a lesson
i gave him my fye, now its doin’ some testing
lil day got racks, you know that im flexing
lil n+gga got mad ’cause his hoe keep textin’
[verse 2]
yeah, yo, yeah yeah yeah
lil n+gga so mad ’cause his hoe keep callin’
he say he gon’ shoot, but the f+ck n+gga stallin’
he say he goin’ up, but he keep on fallin’
lil day in this sh+t, you know i keep ballin’
lil day in this sh+t, yeah im ’bout to party
i call up lil c4sh, he say that im gnarly
this b+tch on my d+ck, now she sayin’ she sorry
my young n+gga see red, yeah he like carti

[verse 3]
yeah, yo
my young n+gga see red, yeah i dont know what to do
he say he got fye, i know he won’t shoot
lil day at the show, i got a new coupe
lil day goin’ up, i stay in the stu’
i call up gt, you know thats my troops
yeah .556 gon’ get his ass boot
this beat goin’ dumb y’all cooked on this too
fine sh+t on my d+ck and she callin’ me boo
i pull out the stick, im like “what it do?”
i pull out the stick, this sh+t goin’ off
red beam on his nose, f+ck n+gga, rudolph
he say he gon’ shoot but the n+gga too soft
you walk in my crib, yeah take ya shoes off
[verse 4]
yeah, yo
opps keep dissing, you know imma laugh
lil n+gga tried to rap, but you know he trash
yeah .556 and i got extra mag
yeah too many clips, they stay in my bag
lil day goin’ up, yall n+ggas so mad
i took his fye, yeah thats what you had
i call up my young n+gga, he tryin’ not to crash
yeah one shot, headshot just look at my bag
lil day go dumb when i got on my mask
yeah too much racks, yeah i gotta stash
yeah too many sticks, lil day do ’em bad
lil n+gga got beef, now he wanna hash
yah yah, yo

[chorus]
we spin on his block, lil day in a scat
lil day goin’ up, im runnin’ up racks
yeah infinite money, yeah i got the strats
lil day headshot, i knock off his hat
yeah i call up fine sh+t, yeah she make it clap
yeah day in this b+tch, i gotta watch my back
i call up my young n+gga, yeah he gon’ attack
yeah brand new whip, this sh+t matte black
i got too much green, my pockets real fat (who the f+ck you think you talking to, huh?)
he diss on the gang, lil n+gga get wrapped
yeah, just like a present
[?] to his man, got lil n+gga stressin’
yeah stop all that dissin’, gotta give him a lesson
i gave him my fye, now its doin’ some testing
lil day got racks, you know that im flexing
lil n+gga got mad ’cause his hoe keep textin’
yah yah, yo

- day10k lyrics

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