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mark fay - daily shit lyrics

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oh sh+t wtf n+gga

fully automatic glock. it fold get you touch with it

taking the stand on yo man’s why i can’t trust n+ggas

you think the lies that you be telling make ‘em f+ck with ya

you had a baby by the rat now she stuck with you

thought you had some cheese but you hurting that don’t uplift you

you was the man back in school they gone forget you

don’t be playing lil n+gga we auh come get you

heard that they was speaking on my name

y’all can save that sh+t

n+gga prolly mad about some p+ssy that’s some daily sh+t

i ain’t never spoke down on my man’s that’s some hating sh+t

but i can’t say the same about some of them that’s some crazy sh+t
400 tshirt treat it like a baby bib

she said she hate my f+cking guts and then she ate my kids

she suck the top it start to tickle man i hate that sh+t

i get to curling up my toes i can’t take that sh+t

politicking with my n+gga price about some major sh+t

he keep telling me and tay to get up off that lazy sh+t

this music ain’t gone sell itself. we gotta pay for it

and when it’s all done look how much money we gone make from it

aunty gotta script fa me im finna make a flip

they want 70 just for one blue i’m bout to take a trip

i need a human duffle bag. i gotta take a b+tch

so i can stuff her just like a lil turkey with these bacon bits

don’t get me started
i won’t pop up i can’t get my pistol in the party

i be with big bs i ain’t talking bout no cardi

but you know i’m big g i throw up rakes like i’m r+t+rded

grow house look like a safari

it’s so much d+mn weed up in this b+tch can’t even find my car keys

i came from the era you get robbed for cardis

where you get robbed for yo bifocals

i done took big trips and made a bag i am not local

rifle gotta knife but i’m shooting i will not poke you

taking the stand on a n+gga i will not go through

you n+ggas tripping

i can see the future in yo b+tch you scottie pippen

i can make you dance these choppa bullets have you jitting
i just took another 30 feel like a custo how i’m itching

i’m like a faucet how i’m dripping

i just paid like 32 for a lil fit it must be christian

you ain’t never seen real money in yo life you boys be fibbing

since corona up off scamming i already seen a ticket

- mark fay lyrics

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