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daytona boyz - drift lyrics

[verse 1: yung kodz]
god needs love, driven loose from a hurt place
slow recovery, but i still make it to first place
can you skip the bullsh-t and get out of the way?
the sh-t you write since my sh-t back in the 3rd grade
mind of a devil, heart of a priest
the rap game is heating up, but we’re ’bout ready to feast
y’all some chicks, but i’m about to bring a treat
so much confidence, you can’t take it there, feet
revision of a false hope that’s become untrue
coming on the scene like a fire, spitting like the flu
there is nothing else for these rappers to do
lyrics, let’s see, they take the game without a f-cking clue
whatever i got on my mind will be on the scene
hop and spit the aftermath, but you know we stay clean
in the booth, correcting this complicated dream
hip-hop is a f-cking party that i’ll never ever leave

[verse 2: pimpyz]
f-cking yo’ b-tch, that’s what i do
talkin’ that sh-t, n-gga the truth
beam mothaf-ckin’ buck, that’s what i do
come through with the mothaf-ckin’ crew
shoot up yo’ home, spray for yo’ dome
n-gga on the internet, call me google chrome
oh sh-t, spittin’ hot lyrics
got yo’ b-tch, sitting on my d-ckins
n-gga you ain’t sh-t, chop your head off like a chicken
then a n-gga come through and i f-ckin’ yo b-tchit
pull out that tec, shoot at your neck
go meet yo’ mama, gimme some s-x
n-gga come through old times t-rex
and i get yo b-tch and she call me the next
greatest, f-ckin’ rapper
n-gga i’ma trapper, n-gga i’ma rapper
n-ggas like some candy, then i gotta take off the f-ckin’ wrapper
n-gga you suck, f-ck your b-tch in her mothaf-ckin’ b-tt
n-gga come through and i’m in the f-ckin’ cut
with the mothaf-ckin’ nine, sitting at your neck
talk all that sh-t, n-gga, you next
(what the f-ck!)

[verse 3: el gloom]
he really say, “evil we crave”
rolling down that lane
for the fog, that range rover
and these b-tches still wanna tango
lay low, stay, hoe
but you b-tches don’t wanna obey, though
.44 up to yo’ head, slit your throat, and you dead
justin reawaken, now my soul rely on satan
don’t get me mis-mistaken, i’ll never be forsaken
as long as i’m baking these rappers’ careers
i don’t give a f-ck if you ever tear
your rap career is to a near

[verse 4: tay-k]
tay-k out the cut, pretty eager for action
wack you with the paden, now you look like a catfish
the rims on my nascar, sparking the cl-ssics
i need a new strap, let me hit my blacksmith
coughin’ on this tropic, but she say it’s attractive
trap boy livin’, man, this sh-t is fantastic
this sh-t is underground, but it’s not red faction
i’m really not with the actin’

[outro: pimpyz & eazy]
yeah, shout-out to them daytona n-ggas
my n-gga jose, my n-gga yung kody, my n-gga el gloom
my n-gga easy b doe, carlos, caleb, top man
you know that young mike jones junior
you already know pimpyz, n-gga
we coming up n-gga, yuh! (applause!)
skrt skrt skrt skrt! (h-ll nah)
gang (alright, we done with this, man?)

- daytona boyz lyrics

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