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lil wyte - one of them dayz lyrics

[pre-hook:]
my boss man been trippin lately (i don’t give a f-ck)
my old lady been trippin lately (i don’t give a f-ck)
bill collectors been trippin lately (i don’t give a f-ck)
even my mama, she been trippin lately (i don’t give a f-ck)

[hook:]
it’s one of them days that i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
it’s one of them days that i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
it’s one of them days that i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
it’s one of them days that i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)

[verse 1:]
woke up, i’m out of weed, my lady trippin out on me
i wanna go to this warehouse, man this job, i swear i wanna leave
i work my -ss off to get a couple of hundred bucks a week
after bills pills beer and weed i ain’t got money to eat
so i followed my boss right to his house and i put this pistol in his mouth
warned and told him i’d kill his kids if he ever made a f-ckin sound
went to work and then stayed with a smile
toss some box like up and happen
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m out this b-tch soon as i make it rappin
both will leave, b-tch wait and see
one day you’ll be a memory
every time you see my city, b-tch you will remember me
on that f-ckin sh-t, quit f-ckin with you, scratch it off my bucket list
i’m f-ckin p-ssed, tryin to pop a buck
i’m down, i’m done with this

[verse 2:]
9 o’clock in the morning, i wake up, i’m running late
told the boss man i’m on my way, i can’t get fired today
man i’m broke, i’m f-cked up, only got a couple dollars
but i’m hungry, i’m hung over, guess i’ll go right to macdonald’s
and the line’s so long man it p-ss me off a little bit.
i wanna mac griddle with some sausage in the middle
i pull out of the drive through, i don’t wanna got to work
really turn this b-tch so f-ckin hard, juice up on my shirt
man my boss man is a jerk, my old lady’s trippin too
she’s always nagging and b-tching bout this sh-t that i don’t do
tell me that i’m white trash, now i’ll never take out the trash
but the way i feel today – you can kiss my -ss!

[verse 3:]
f-ck that b-tch, and i told er pack her sh-t
and get the f-ck up out my click quick but i lost my grip
don’t wanna be around when i flip my weird, hold up
you want me to hear what she did, to her
put him in the back if i had to
i had to get rid of him and be gone fore the cops show up
now i’m in the whip and i’m drivin
life flings by, man i’m 75
and i look in the rearview mirror and all i see is them sirens
i’m a product of domestic violence and i hate that motherf-ckin sl-t
i’m surrounded by 100 cops and i don’t give a motherf-ck

i mean i got my candy and 2 b-lls that i can drop
don’t wanna come off to seem too proud
how about those who really ain’t have
less than nothing, i ain’t frontin, suburban country i’m ballin
bet she f-ck curtains and windows and yes i’m an alcoholic
i’m drugdicted man they callin, i’m this famous any time
good for minding my own
unless those simple minded men
get up in it if i come to climb
have no time for that bullsh-t
but i get on yo stack fore i get up in the track
and i’m lookin for all the paper i can get
f-ck!

- lil wyte lyrics

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