moneysign suede & dte lil dayday - red bih lyrics
[chorus: dte lil dayday]
red bih, we in the audi a7
she suck my soul, i wrap the coupe in 7+eleven
the birds out, done made it hot around the way
f+ck it, guess in other words, we need another play
grind and never sleep, jit, you be on some weak sh+t
i be on the paper route while n+ggas out here leechin’
how the f+ck you havin’ and you stay on section 8?
be the same n+gga in my trap beggin’ for a plate
[verse 1: dte lil dayday]
and the same one to slime you out and really do you snake
i gotta watch the еnvy, i know a lotta n+ggas hate
that’s why i move differеnt, can’t catch me hangin’ ’round the fake
i’m up 8 a.m. on the road, i’m on the paper chase
i’m probably in the ‘yo late night cookin’ up with chase
but after that, i’m back on i4 mergin’ in my lane
bust it down and sell them thangs, we ain’t baggin’ up no eight
how the f+ck you call yourself a plug, you ain’t even pushin’ weight?
n+ggas know we get it in, n+ggas know we get it gone
i got all type of flavors, what you need? hit my phone
i be fresher than a b+tch, she call me mr. put it on
you know that bih a groupie ho, she love to sing all of my songs
[chorus: dte lil dayday]
she a red bih, we in the audi a7
she suck my soul, i wrap the coupe in 7+eleven
the birds out, done made it hot around the way
f+ck it, guess in other words, we need another play
grind and never sleep, jit, you be on some weak sh+t
i be on the paper route while n+ggas out here leechin’
how the f+ck you havin’ and you stay on section 8?
be the same n+gga in my trap beggin’ for a plate
[verse 2: moneysign suede]
n+ggas wanted a piece of my cake, i ain’t even have one
you only sellin’ grams, lil’ jit, you is not a plug
he thinkin’ he a thug, but he do nothin’ with his gun
b+tches all up on me, wanna stick with me like gum
i came outta jail and bought a gun on the same day
if i ain’t pickin’ up, i’m talkin’ money with lil dayday
ayy, i’ma get the money and just bleed the scene
ayy, if she hold me down, i’ll buy the b+tch celine
i’ma hit a l!ck before i get a job
i’ma hit a l!ck and hit my lil’ bop
i should probably ran home, but i’m out here tryna find a knot
she suck my soul in the parking lot, she a—
[chorus: dte lil dayday]
she a red bih, we in the audi a7
she suck my soul, i wrap the coupe in 7+eleven
the birds out, done made it hot around the way
f+ck it, guess in other words, we need another play
grind and never sleep, jit, you be on some weak sh+t
i be on the paper route while n+ggas out here leechin’
how the f+ck you havin’ and you stay on section 8?
be the same n+gga in my trap beggin’ for a plate
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