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sy ari da kid - day after day lyrics

[intro-sy ari da kid]
feel as good as i look ‘b
need a couple more mirrors
i feel like i look better than my baddest b-tch
you know what i’m saying, i don’t give a f-ck ‘b
uh
yea

[hook-sy ari da kid]
day after day, lord as my witness
we disrespectin hoes f-ckin’ n-gga b-tches
day after day, word to my n-ggas
ain’t worried bought a drought, i handle my business
day after day
day after day
day after day
whats up n-gga?
day after day
day after day
day after day
the f-ck n-gga?

[verse 1-sy ari da kid]
ghost had a glock (true)
tre had a ‘k (true)
makin movies in the daytime, matinee (say what?)
whikey done put me up on game to what them crackas say
okay, you f-ckin’ b-tches, anne hathaway
wishin for a gram, it’s itchin’ on my hand
stop!
i’m fly like the zipper on my pants
i don’t need no cable, i got b-tches on demand
and i’m sh-ttin on you n-ggas like i’m sittin on the can
yert, bye

[verse 2-sean t–zy]
call me bodega, shawty
m.o.e., money over everything
blowin on that mary jane
cold like a dairy queen
all your n-ggas is some b-tches, tyler perry scenes
keep a halle berry team we be servin’ every fiend
woo!
no in-betweens, by any means, i intervene
residue i keep in my jeans
can’t explain the way i lean
hasta lavista, se lavie
night after night, everyday i scheme
b-tch n-gga hatin’ bout how i move
how i live, and the way i eat, c’mon

[verse 3-sk aka l’s]
the bars is sick, and if you was to call ya chick
she won’t pick up cause she on my d-ck
its like a f-cking newborn the way i sp-wned the wrist
we outta weed, call rick
to bring more of the piff
yeah, skinny broads, nah, i need a chubby b-tch
these n-ggas hate, but these hoes love me quick
plus my money thick
and i’m known to k!ll the mike on some conrad murray sh-t, l’s

[verse 4-coach ricky j]
rick flair, b-tch i’m blazin’
i’m like, started with a double up
then a n-gga tripled up
all from my mind frame, cash out or get the f-ck
young n-gga takeover, 80’s baby in this b-tch
them hoes for everybody, i’m on my juvenile sh-t
that coach rick sh-t
the schemin’, drive um on sh-t
that hear that i’m the plug, get it out the mud sh-t
whip a 4 to a 9 sh-t
watch that microwave cook up a whole brick
coach rick

- sy ari da kid lyrics

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