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mali finesse - what day (ft 6ojay & pablo) lyrics

smoking these blunts to the face
run em just hit, but he just beat the case
count up them bands, yeah, we just bought the place
paid everyday throw a mil in the safe (hey!)
just watch your mouth, better watch what you say
gotta be grateful, i look up and pray
could’ve been starving, i filled up my plate
came from future, you asked me what day

what day
what day
you gon’ realize the real from the fake
diamonds gon’ dance it don’t matter the day
said she want me but she just want the fame
what day
what day
stayed on the block and i got me a bankroll
saw a few shots but i shot from a angle
never said stop till the rope get untangled
(honey?)

i just be cutting the ties
said that she love me i really don’t mind
got a bad b-tch and she know that she mine
don’t want the treesh they be wasting my time (treesh)
god sent a plan, yeah, he sending me signs
ask for some henny, he gave me some wine
ask for a lemon, i gave her a lime
cash is just calling, i’m pressing rewind

what day
what day
are you gonna learn from the things i say
does it process then go away
are you gonna be there when the skies are grey
what day
what day
are you gon’ realize the real from the fake
how many chances are you gonna take
moving too fast so i’m pumping the breaks

all of these n-ggas be sucking d-ck, moby
i hit with fade-away wet it like kobe
i lay with the left like i’m manu ginn0bli
i’m tired of n-ggas thinking that they know me
pick your ball up and run, n-ggas be traveling
trapped in the struggle the blunt is unraveling
rappers is crying, these n-ggas is babbling
baffling, but i can’t even get mad at them
(i can’t get mad)

what day
will you decide if you leave or stay
don’t get mad if you pick up my ways
falling off come pick up the pace
we go to war, call that sh-t civil
packing them up, early dismissal
always on target, call me a missile
my diamonds don’t drip i’m making them drizzle
(making them drizzle)
not with the hacks i’m just used to these racks
bust through the trap while i’m jacking all black
shawty a snack i might hit from the back
she want my autograph
why you leaving like that left me down for the count
and they face is the track and they running they mouth
and these n-ggas don’t ever know what i’m about
i’m just dripping while n-ggas be caught in the drought

i ain’t got no water
cause it don’t mix with my sauce
p-ssy flowing, dripping, aquafina, water park (park)
i don’t got no keys because my whip is push to start (skrt!)
and my backwoods always shooting and my bud, it stink like fart
stink like fart hey, (blech)
pu (pu)
what it do?
whip fit like two (like two)
block boy cause i shoot
posted on the block like a mailbox
one thot, two thot
red thot, blue thot
good top, so you know the sh-t getting wetty (aye!)
she do white on the table, no betty
k!lling these n-ggas like freddy, like freddy no krueger
got the print panties cause that b-tch a cougar
she dripping henny it’s sweeter than sugar
all ’bout my green like i’m picking a booger
you left her alone , so i went ahead took her
boys booker no t
all white on flee
frills on her like little bo peep
number one jersey can’t f-ck with my team

- mali finesse lyrics

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