ilysm - a fine day in cali lyrics
[intro: ilysm]
yo, uh, yo, uh
[verse 1: ilysm]
it’s a fine day in california
i’m lightin’ fire and sh+t out front like ”do i know ya?”
rock a catherine cut, keep a stick like a controller
like these fight games i play, i put that gl!cky to your throat now
like, d+mn, uh (c’mon)
i pull up on your fam, boy
caught you in my mentions (hahaha) you a fanboy
humble on some twitter sh+t but p+ssy we ain’t chump, chum
i walk up on that beat just still gassed when it’s done, done, stupid
i count these racks up quick
i’m the fl!ckiest alive you gotta look at my wrist
your b+tch treat you like a best friend
she give me the best head
i be smokin’ ’till i feel dead, swear my plug gon’ be my best man, d+mn
let’s dance p+ssy, we need to get down
swear to god you can’t keep a rhythm for like a second now
how the f+ck you let me stunt dressed like this?
d+cked up in his c+ck swear i might just p+ss, c’mon
[verse 2: sor uh]
ayy, ayy, yuh
it’s a fine day in cali, i think
well i don’t leave my room but i can see my sons in the ring
they wanna punch at my force
they wanna knock at my door
your page is too weak, and i don’t even post anymore
pull up in some skinny jeans, beanie, and stained hoodies
you pullin’ up with no b+tches, no fans, no goodies
and so scuffed, no god
i praise the one whose missing lenses in that og [?]
that’s called credit you p+ssies, always forget it
that’s so weak lil man
you ain’t no neat lil man
you well adjusted, that’s why you don’t know them cheats lil man
i’m raising numbers faster than you move your feet lil man
see boy i’m over playing games at your speed
ain’t got no need for your feature
figures your t++th on my b+tch, so predictable
p+ssies planning and pray they ain’t punished
how i’m broke but you still sound like you’re just me on a budget?
see i’m so bored of y’all i just can’t help but not be above it
[verse 3: ilysm]
uh, uh, uh, uh
it’s a fine day in california
i think i would k!ll myself if i had to live this sober
i got twinks on speed dial who would suck me for some boba
and they girls all in my dms, but they not the type i go for, uh
uh, it’s a fine day in california
huh (truce) i’ll never have to know you
don’t ever hit me up if my ass rolling a doja
and if my ass pick up the phone, man, don’t invite yourself over
i feel like i’m the only person here who sold some drugs
i hop up on a beat and i skate it like it’s ugg
i copped an eighth last week but i’m always copping a dub
b+tch i get it how i live it, living under the sun
uh, yo, still can’t comprehend my wrist
wallet lookin’ sickly when i’m stepping out that b+tch
uh, yo, i don’t care if you make more than me
this gl!ck gon’ do your taxes then do your ass up all morbidly, uh
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