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shy glizzy - no days off lyrics

[intro: shy glizzy]
young jefe holmes

[verse 1: shy glizzy]
see, this sh+t started when i was twelve years old
i hit my uncle’s stash and went to sell his coke
couple hundred in my jeans, b+tch, i couldn’t fit girbauds
real street dreams, all the hustlers gave me hope
f+ck boys came and got us in before they hit the door (yeah)
i don’t know what he told, but all i know is i didn’t fold
i still remember that time we hit the opps’ block and you froze
i don’t know how i got here, i ain’t even had no goals
and i’m one of the hottest, they actin’ like i’m not though
made a million dollars, b+tch, i did it and my trap closed
the hood, they say i made it, no, i don’t act like no rap ho
grammy nominated, you ain’t motherf+ckin’ clap though
i’m just speakin’ facts though
listen to my raps though
tryna be a street n+gga, you might hit a pothole
n+gga got some racks, but i really want a lot more
pool full of thots, no more junkies at my backdoor, oh
[pre+chorus: chris brown]
made it out the projects, headed for the hills
trappin’ out the backdoor, bag full of pills
got my lawyer on speed dial if i gotta k!ll somethin’ (if i gotta k!ll somethin’)
if i gotta drill somethin’, you know it’s—

[chorus: chris brown]
no days off, stay on my grind all the time
i can’t take no days off (oh, yeah)
know that i’m gon’ get it (oh, yeah)

[verse 2: shy glizzy, chris brown]
all this sh+t was destined, no, i don’t take rejection
when them p+ssy n+ggas took nipsey, swear that sh+t taught me a lesson (ooh)
young jefe for president, yeah, i’m the street’s election
my side b+tch so elegant, yeah, she my secret weapon
b+tch, you see this coat, yeah, it’s haider ackermann
felt like i was broke until i got me some investments
how much in that two liter? n+gga, we ain’t measurin’
in the car with two heaters, play and then we mailin’ ’em
n+ggas mad ’cause glizzy out, well b+tch, this ain’t no magic
sometimes i feel like givin’ up, but i’m just bein’ dramatic (yeah)
all this hard work, that’s why your b+tch, she a fanatic
i give her all d+ck, you hear her way up in the attic
way up in the attic, yeah, my swagger out in saturn (woo)
flyest young n+gga in the world, yeah, b+tch, i said it
i told her, “call me daddy,” yeah, yeah, and she said it
first we seal the baggage, yeah, yeah, then we mail it, oh
[pre+chorus: chris brown]
made it out the projects (made it through), headed for the hills (hills)
trappin’ out the backdoor, bag full of pills (woah, if i)
got my lawyer on speed dial if i gotta k!ll somethin’ (if i gotta k!ll somethin’)
if i gotta drill somethin’, you know it’s— (if i gotta drill)

[chorus: chris brown]
no days off (i stay on my), stay on my grind all the time
i can’t take no days off (can’t do it, oh, yeah, i can’t do it)
know that i’m gon’ get it (oh, yeah)

[outro: chris brown]
i can’t take no days off
no days off
take no

- shy glizzy lyrics

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