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​stick 2 ur day job - swaine lyrics lyrics

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[intro]
yo, yo, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, look

[verse]
sinning still, singing still
make a track, get to leaning back, benadryl
i could end his whole career think he knows it, still
i ain’t done with sh+t ’till i get my fill
eating on this cake like a fat guy will
i used to have a plan now i wind like chill
it’s all good, lay low and know the bite won’t k!ll
’cause the barks way bigger
iam tired of you fathers talking sh+t up in comments
worry about your kid, not me
swizz will get petty on you boys
mind me, for sure, pay attention
i say this one time never again
there’s never been a day that i haven’t been the samе
so the hate won’t make a d+mn diffеrence
still got the sword, we can quick fence
i ain’t talking about a blade that’s my d+ck then
cupped in my hands ’cause i walk sl!ck when
i grab mines and i feel like the king sent me
down to turn dads into b+tches, uh
[chorus]
worry about your kid motherf+cker, shut the f+ck up about me
stick to your day job
stick to your day job
stick to your day job
worry about your kid motherf+cker, shut the f+ck up about me
stick to your day job
stick to your day job
stick to your day job

[verse]
i said olé
big steppin’ to her crib to get laid
sleeping over ’cause you know i stay late
wake up, hit again, okay
i got a job boy, i’m always getting paid
i got a job boy, i’m talking all day
i don’t wanna hear sh+t about flames
i don’t wanna know sh+t about lames
i just wanna get money, go slay
reload, go spray, good smoke, good game
i said i wanna get money, go slay
reload, go spray, good smoke, good game

[chorus]
worry about your kid motherf+cker, shut the f+ck up about me
stick to your day job
stick to your day job
stick to your day job, ah
worry about your kid motherf+cker, shut the f+ck up about me
stick to your day job
stick to your day job
stick to your day job, yeah
[verse]
this a chefs kiss
heard a lil guy talk his instagram sh+t
hes a chef, he’s a dud, he’s a small b+tch
grown man but he can’t tell me a thing
’cause i’m great and he’s lame and he’s broke, underpaid
and he wonders why he’s on my page going crazy
fanned out adults, send shots, saying hate
i send it right back
get to work all day, i promise

[chorus]
worry about your kid motherf+cker, shut the f+ck up about me
stick to your day job
stick to your day job
stick to your day job, ah
worry about your kid motherf+cker, shut the f+ck up about me
stick to your day job
stick to your day job
stick to your day job



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