- Soda 歌詞 Take A Daytrip YBN Cordae Ski Mask TheSlumpGod DJ Scheme
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- Take A Daytrip YBN Cordae Ski Mask TheSlumpGod DJ Scheme
- Yall rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
Hold on, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I dont plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasnt on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas thats for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I aint hittin
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldnt ever leave the crib
I said, '**** this shit, lets head to the mall
Cause we young, huh, gotta live'
I know nigga growin up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I aint worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I aint scurry
And by any means thats necessary
Designer jeans, my hereditary
I ****ed that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February
Like oh man, crazy as hell
This job only pay me a lil
Wonder how a Mercedesll feel?
Daydreamin aint payin a bill
Uh, watch how I **** it up, get back
All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black
Shoppin at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gon be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that
Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I dont plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasnt on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certainniggas thats for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I aint hittin
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldnt ever leave the crib (Whatd you say? Whatd you say Cordae?)
I said, '**** this shit, lets head to the mall
Cause we young, huh, gotta live' (Okay)
I know nigga growin up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I aint worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I aint scurry (Ayy, ayy, ayy, water)
Dont even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin my presence
Like a navy but your closed eyelids
Feelin like a menace to Society, Im Dennis The Menace without sobriety
Hold my beer (Oh my), ayy, listen here
To make that kind of money,
You gon need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, its tear)
I aint talkin Rudolph, Im makin it rain, dear
Soundin like Im Naruto, talkin about Pain here, uh, uh, uh
She jackin my beanstalk, get that?
Golden Goose, had to get your bitch back, uh, uh, uh
You niggas need to go and get your drip back
Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh
Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Whoo!)
Keepin it with the nat-nat, uh, uh, uh
Ima ace this blackjack, schoolin em
And how to handle the rock like Im Jack Black, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (Get it) , hot as Grand Crayon, sandscorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, I get like Im paid, babysitter (You bitter)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver
Shit on the pussy, shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit, Im Master Splinter
Duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I dont plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasnt on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas thats for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I aint hittin it
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldnt ever leave the crib
I said, '**** this shit, lets head to the mall
Cause we young, huh, gotta live'
I know nigga growin up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I aint worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I aint scurry
If a nigga ever talk shit, Ima finish him
**** the police and **** George Zimmerman
Just told M1 heat a new Timberland
Niggas switched up on me, Aunt Vivian
Good kid from a m.A.A.d city, no minivan
Love a fat ass, but really, Im a titty man
Hit the strip club, spent at least about 50 bands
**** all the bullshit, Im the real Dirty Dan
Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you cant **** with me
Im a winner, you a runner up, Mike Huckabee
Luckily, cut some niggas off, now Im sucker-free
My bitch, she so ****ing bad, buy her double C's
Duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I dont plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasnt on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas thats for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I aint hittin it
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldnt ever leave the crib
I said, '**** this shit, lets head to the mall
Cause we young, huh, gotta live'
I know nigga growin up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I aint worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I aint scurry
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