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ruin your day - dasani water lyrics

[intro: lush one]
uh, uh, nice m’s on my feet, feet
trill player don’t trick, so a b-tch better drink, drink

[verse 1: lush one]
my grill the same color as cool whip
i don’t turf-hop, a player love to stunt on a new strip
these diamonds is real, my vvs jewish
lames rocking silver stones: these b-tches is clueless
fly shorty in the bm’ when i’m p-ssing through (skrrrt!)
run above three 6’s wit’ my gangsta boo
touching mo’ keys than the creed piano loop
when i cop the andy warhol painting wit’ the campbell’s soup
no jacking, no capping, so honest
b-tch peeling, wheel-popping, show-stopping
no bare, my dough stacking, ho-hopping
been triller, build product, cult mobbing

[verse 2: chase moore]
uh, i’m going over the ledge (uh-huh)
repping the two 6’s, then you throw in a sev’ (6-6-7)
all or nothing, cult life, never turf-hopping (never)
you be purse-shopping while we perc-popping
so can i get an adderall, please?
i turn super saiyan like dragon ball z (yee!)
taxing ’em, so i tell ’em, “add up all the receipts”
they can never dog me out when i had ’em all on a leash
yeah, time ticks like the ocarina (zelda)
but we timeless like the mona lisa
so when it’s time, put some red diamonds in the rollie features
h-lla shining, this sh-t is looking like a frozen pizza
cult

[hook: lush one]
my b-tches all dimes, the clique is all riders
they used to front on us ’til they got alzheimer’s
you know we drippin’ on ’em
12, we dippin’ on ’em
my fit is all designer, and my wrists dasani water
my b-tches all dimes, the clique is all riders
they used to front on us ’til they got alzheimer’s
you know we drippin’ on ’em
12, we dippin’ on ’em
my fit is all designer, and my wrists dasani water

[verse 3: pistol mcfly]
yeah, one time for my n-gg- – watch out for one time
one time, i took lucy and then i touched the sky
all i see is dollar signs inside the preacher’s eyes
visualize the ones who died, and i see modern life
f-ck you saying? i f-ck it up, it’s for the gang
knew my n-gg- since the sandbox, they gave him all day
what the f-ck i’m ‘posed to do? because i know we born to lose
but a n-gg- born to win, but when i do, they say we can’t
try to re-kindle every flame
i hope i change
because they really want me to sing
first fade was before the first grade
air max ’98, i think this back in the days

[verse 4: bobby bucher]
suicide doors, but i ain’t tryna die yet
i got sleepy eyelids, my pockets don’t diet
cult life, i think yo’ b-tch go and try this
don’t gotta be in a jet to be the flyest
ay, got gold on both of my wrists
might dip ’em all in water just to flex on your b-tch
but i ain’t gotta stretch if i ain’t flexing a bit
lost time and got it back, now i’m back on my sh-t
keep a strap where i’m at, ’cause i ain’t gon’ die in this b-tch
it’s westside ’til i die, and i ain’t never gon’ switch
only two options for me: lose my life or get rich
pull up on the homies if the function is lit (pull up, pull up!)

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