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waveyjay - worst day lyrics

[intro]
don’t speak if+ (mmh+mmh)
if+
(ap geeked, leave him leaking in the rain, fool)

[pre+chorus]
i just want the bag, i just want the cash (yeah, yeah)
and my b+tches bad, brought her a new birkin’ bag (yeah)
now my popper mad, had to get her a bag, yuh (yeah+yuh)
and your b+tch is sad, she wants me to be her man, yeah (ooh)
i’m just here counting money, just counting pesos (yeah, yeah)
one false move, and my n+ggas gon’ let the choppa blow (boom)
choppa “skrrt”, choppa “bang”, you know i’m only here for the bands (band)
hit it like “mmh”, .30 go “blam”, livin’ life, got my feet in the sands (sand)

[chorus]
okay, what’s worse? (mmh)
my n+gga shoot you in the hеad just for some cert’ (b+tch, pleasе)
(what’s worse?)
i ain’t have to rob your b+tch if she ain’t have that louie purse (what)
what’s worse, losing a bag, or ending up in a he+rs+ (go time, n+gga)
(what’s worse?)
came from the rags, now it’s private flyin’, jet lag (phew, phew)
what’s worse, huh, shooting n+ggas for smurf? like who got it worse (worse)
i ain’t have this designer sh+t, now your n+ggas gon’ pay (boom, boom)
let me get that ice, that chain, b+tch relax, this ain’t my worst day (huh?)
[verse 1]
if i ain’t have this money on me, your b+tch won’t make these sounds (uh)
got her, choking, squeezing, like b+tch, give me sum’ round (dome)
if i’m in the building, you know that the gas loud (bah, bah)
and if you got your bag right, jay gon’ make a sound (rah)
n+gga actin’ up? leave a n+gga on the ground (slatt+slatt)
wipe your nose, i ain’t give a f+ck ’bout that pose (huh)
she’s all plastic, like mmh+mmh, swallow my loads (sweet)
shoot you like a maverick, glock ain’t shown (nah)

[bridge]
i’mma shoot, ya (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
just give my n+gga that moolah (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
won’t flew ya (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
i’mma shoot, ya (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
just give my n+gga that moolah (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
won’t flew ya (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
i’mma shoot, ya (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
just give my n+gga that moolah (ooh+uh+uh+uh)
won’t flew ya (ooh+uh+uh+uh)

[verse 2]
i just want the bag, that’s how i’m rockin’ (how i’m rockin’)
no rolls royce, but these wheels still’ rollin’ (skrrt)
life is kinda like poker, i’m never folding (nah)
even for the feds, that’s my brother, i’m gon’ murk him (boaw)
just like a+, uh+uh, what, like a piranha, yuh (phrr)
i’ma do some sh+t, they call me king of slaughter, yuh (boom)
mix the high with the low, that’s on mama, yeah (lean)
never took perc’ no .50, give a n+gga back, sh+t shifty (switch)
i’m like a rocket, i’m always flyin’ doing tours now (b+tch)
wow, now these n+ggas at my shows now (what)
started from the nosebleeds, now i’m winnin’ (winnin’)
just like my brother i ain’t finished (ain’t finished)
[pre+chorus]
i just want the bag, i just want the cash (yeah, yeah)
and my b+tches bad, brought her a new birkin’ bag (yeah)
now my popper mad, had to get her a bag, yuh (yeah+yuh)
and your b+tch is sad, she wants me to be her man, yeah (ooh)
i’m just here counting money, just counting pesos (yeah, yeah)
one false move, and my n+ggas gon’ let the choppa blow (boom)
choppa “skrrt”, choppa “bang”, you know i’m only here for the bands (band)
hit it like “mmh”, .30 go “blam”, livin’ life, got my feet in the sands (sand)

[chorus]
okay, what’s worse? (mmh)
my n+gga shoot you in the head just for some cert’ (b+tch, please)
(what’s worse?)
i ain’t have to rob your b+tch if she ain’t have that louie purse (what)
what’s worse, losing a bag, or ending up in a he+rs+ (go time, n+gga)
(what’s worse?)
came from the rags, now it’s private flyin’, jet lag (phew, phew)
what’s worse, huh, shooting n+ggas for smurf? like who got it worse (worse)
i ain’t have this designer sh+t, now your n+ggas gon’ pay (boom, boom)
let me get that ice, that chain, b+tch relax, this ain’t my worst day (huh?)

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