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yn jay - day after day lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
hmmm–ahhhhh! (it’s a wayne beat)
how the f+ck?
how the f+ck did–alright, okay
how the f+ck did–hmmm–ahhhh!
hmmm–ahhhh!
how the f+ck this b+tch say–ahhhh!
alright
aye, how she gon’ just–alright
she gon’ just walk–alright
she gon’ just leave—alright, okay
ahhhh!
d+mn

[verse 1: yn jay]
why the f+ck?–ahhhh!
how the f+ck this b+tch say she love me, then she walked out on me?
mad as f+ck this b+tch called my phone, she don’t talk ’bout nothin’
b+tch told me take–ahhhh!
b+tch want me to cash app her–ahhh–say she need some money
all this f+ckin’ paper all around me, [?] (ahhh)
i just woke up with a church girl on a early sunday
early bird–ahhh, f+ck!
early bird get the wor–ahhh
early bird get the worm first on a early monday
b+tch got cinnamon toast crunch, she ain’t got to milk
n+gga say he was gon’ lock and shake, you is not no pit
how the f+ck this b+tch ain’t got no titties, but her nipples thick?
ahhhh!
ahh–ahh–ahh!

[verse 2: grindhard e & yn jay]
how the f+ck this b+tch coochie st–ahhhh
how the f+ck this b+tch coochie tight, but her booty loose?
b+tch throwin’ ass b+tt naked, throwin’ dookie juice
if she ain’t f+ck me, she f+cked louie lou
white girl wanna 8ball, but she ain’t shootin’ pool (ahhhh!)

[verse 3: yn jay]
told my granny “teach me how to dance”, i was new to blues
i just f+cked this old school b+tch, say she knew the blues
started sparkin’ mid shoot–ahhhh
started sparkin’ mid shootout, had to shoot and move
i just stepped in some dog sh+t, i got dookie shoes
i know a n+gga eat the cat, call it coochie food
i just drunk a 8 of wockhardt, got me woozie+woo–ahhhh
d+mn
i was up 100, even if i was losing too
mad as f+ck in the club, i forgot my yeah
big b+tch tried to ride my bike, d+mn near broke my pegs
run up so much m+th+f+ckin’ money, almost broke my legs
plug called, said he got some drank, i just hope it’s red
.223’s hit a n+gga skull, almost broke his head
b+tch said she wanna be my b+tch, you must be misled
b+tch wanna hold $100, you must be my friend
i’ll smack the sh+t out this b+tch, you must–ahhhh
i’ll smack the sh+t out the b+tch, you gon’ see my hand
i be walkin’ ’round with too much heat, i think i need a fan
he say he gon’ get a n+gga popped, i think he need a can
how the f+ck you pull up with no heater? you get popped, you gon’ leave you mans
i ain’t talkin’ gettin’ away, i’m talkin’ dying, you gon’ leave your mans
b+tch tried to pull up with a fat b+tch, you better leave your friend
i just bought a flawless grill from d–
i just bought a flawless grill from–ahhhh
i just bought a flawless grill from johnny, you might see it dance
n+gga say he got what it take, he might need a chance

- yn jay lyrics

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