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safone, aystar – no days off lyrics

[chorus: safone]
i’m shinin’, hard work pays off
24 grind, no days off
different kinda cloth man are made of
when you’re talkin’ to the boss take your shades off
about a bag is what my day costs
being a slag is what your bae’s on
my n-gg-s slammed up and caged off
now its mamba that they burn like the raze off

[verse 1: safone]
don’t jump in the ride if you ain’t on a homicide
need to realize certain man are gonna die
on the road lookin’ for fish i’m gonna fry
don’t get caught slippin’ when we drive by
manna leave your body slumped on the white line
a lot of n-gg-s got sucked now its send a kite time
we with the sh-ts we ain’t tryna fight crime
when you come to brum make sure you link the right guy
safone aka the f-cking wise guy
got a couple sonic booms cranked in the pipeline
with my n-gg- room when its time to write rhymes
dustpan in the broom any time its slide time
i ain’t into your white lies (f-ck off)
rolling with the sizzler, make your mother dry cry
makin’ sure its pukka if i’m gonna buy pies
i made it cool to make a rapper try crime

[verse 2: aystar]
yeah i’m grindin’, hard work pays off
brap, bang, that’s the mac when it sprays off
them n-gg-s ain’t hard, them man stay soft
£800’s what the gauge cost
if i snap that then snap it back, thats your face off
had a face off with police and then raced off
took a left, right and left, right, and that’s the chase lost
officers were p-ssed that we made off
don’t jump on the back if you ain’t down to pop off
first sign of fear i’ll be telling n-gg-s “hop off” (yo hop off the back n-gg-)
well shut the f-ck up then and pop off and clap when i’m ridin’, no hidin’
make sure you meet me at the time we decided, sh-t’s about to get violent
last year i was smokin’ on some regular weed
but this year man i’m smokin’ on some hybrid
buds that are violent
that’s why i stay high like i’m a pilot
liverpool moon rocks, we’ve got the supply kid
all different flavours
and my n-gg- t just got that for if you’re out with the ravers
holla at the kid, got weed and got sniff
and i’ll drop it like right where you live
i’m out for the chips
still go to shows and make quids
and i’ll still c-ck it back and bang six

- safone aystar lyrics

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