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lil herb - another day lyrics

another day, another body dropping
if i go broke then i’mma rob somebody
a fragile body can’t survive a shotty
pump a n-gg-, i’ll slump a n-gg-
and i been shot at by a bunch a n-gg-s
but i’ll still a never run from a n-gg-
catch a n-gg- hollows flying for them n-gg-s
50 hit every last one of n-gg-s
got some old heads that’ll slump a n-gg-
but you still can get killed by my younger n-gg-s
my young n-gg-s hungry, put ’em on a lick
and they’ll take every last thing from a n-gg-
i got hitters with me rolling off a flat
now it’s h-tters in me, riding wih this 30
i might high speed, so i think that i might go get me a hemi
lil’ bro gotta 30 now it’s me and 60
we ain’t going in till them b-tches empty
mally tryna make his glock go empty
riding on them oppers but they block so empty
kobe make me wanna catch a body
seeking for revenge, but that’s not forgiveness
my n-gg-s riding with it, they on business
shoot a brick a hundred times, put that on guinness
my hitters know they don’t condone the snitching
f-ck a trial, broski dome the witness
looking for them n-gg-s, why they keep sneak dissing
see him in the field, up the nickel
n-gg-s act like they pretending
b-tch, i’m in the field with the steel
n-gg-s say they wanna kill me, act like they forgetting
lil’ bro keep a glock with 30 shots for any block
with red beams to help them pay attention

another day, another dollar for me
wake up and get to the money
money on me so that tool is on me
if i want him gone, i’ll put money on ’em
aks with them hundreds in ’em
let ’em up, bring out the runner in ’em
on bop i do the money dance
pack louder than an ambulance
i be going dumb with my big head friends
them new hun duns make me feeling friends
i spend h-lla bands on my robin jeans
gotta get this green by any means
cop killers in the magazines
from the block to the magazines
i’m mike, your b-tch billie jean
make her best friend lick her belly ring
my life like a belly scene
catch me flexing in that pelle thing
b-tches want me like a wedding ring
no answer, i just let it ring
no time to talk, baby tml
and on set up no voicemail
m.o.b. till i d i e
with a beam on that heat, i could shoot a bee
shoot a creep in the eye and tell ’em, “see”
i told you dumb-ss not to f-ck with me
no love for a b-tch, i just f-ck and leave
she just sucking d-ck, and she ugly
i’m sick of getting bands i got counting flu
killers a hit up a carnival
get shot h-lla times like it’s lots of you
we doa, they can’t doctor you

- lil herb lyrics

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