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letra de present - day10k

[intro]
yeah .556 gon’ get his ass boot
this beat goin’ dumb y’all cooked on this too
fine sh-t on my d-ck and she callin’ me boo
i pull out the stick, im like “what it do?”
i pull out the stick, this sh-t goin’ off
red beam on his nose, f-ck n-gga, rudolph
he say he gon’ shoot but the n-gga too soft
you walk in my crib, yeah take ya shoes off

5jaah f-ck you, b-tch
yeah
boy-
aye, you now listening to a dj estefan exclusive
yeah yeah yo
boy- boy f-ck you n-gga!
aimgang radio

[chorus]
yeah
yo
yeah yeah yo
we spin on his block, lil day in a scat
lil day goin’ up, im runnin’ up racks
yeah infinite money, yeah i got the strats
lil day headshot, i knock off his hat
yeah i call up fine sh-t, yeah she make it clap
yeah day in this b-tch, i gotta watch my back
i call up my young n-gga, yеah he gon’ attack
yeah brand new whip, this sh-t mattе black
i got too much green, my pockets real fat
he diss on the gang, lil n-gga get wrapped
yeah, just like a present
[?] to his man, got lil n-gga stressin’
yeah stop all that dissin’, gotta give him a lesson
i gave him my fye, now its doin’ some testing
lil day got racks, you know that im flexing
lil n-gga got mad ’cause his hoe keep textin’
[verse 2]
yeah, yo, yeah yeah yeah
lil n-gga so mad ’cause his hoe keep callin’
he say he gon’ shoot, but the f-ck n-gga stallin’
he say he goin’ up, but he keep on fallin’
lil day in this sh-t, you know i keep ballin’
lil day in this sh-t, yeah im ’bout to party
i call up lil c4sh, he say that im gnarly
this b-tch on my d-ck, now she sayin’ she sorry
my young n-gga see red, yeah he like carti

[verse 3]
yeah, yo
my young n-gga see red, yeah i dont know what to do
he say he got fye, i know he won’t shoot
lil day at the show, i got a new coupe
lil day goin’ up, i stay in the stu’
i call up gt, you know thats my troops
yeah .556 gon’ get his ass boot
this beat goin’ dumb y’all cooked on this too
fine sh-t on my d-ck and she callin’ me boo
i pull out the stick, im like “what it do?”
i pull out the stick, this sh-t goin’ off
red beam on his nose, f-ck n-gga, rudolph
he say he gon’ shoot but the n-gga too soft
you walk in my crib, yeah take ya shoes off
[verse 4]
yeah, yo
opps keep dissing, you know imma laugh
lil n-gga tried to rap, but you know he trash
yeah .556 and i got extra mag
yeah too many clips, they stay in my bag
lil day goin’ up, yall n-ggas so mad
i took his fye, yeah thats what you had
i call up my young n-gga, he tryin’ not to crash
yeah one shot, headshot just look at my bag
lil day go dumb when i got on my mask
yeah too much racks, yeah i gotta stash
yeah too many sticks, lil day do ’em bad
lil n-gga got beef, now he wanna hash
yah yah, yo

[chorus]
we spin on his block, lil day in a scat
lil day goin’ up, im runnin’ up racks
yeah infinite money, yeah i got the strats
lil day headshot, i knock off his hat
yeah i call up fine sh-t, yeah she make it clap
yeah day in this b-tch, i gotta watch my back
i call up my young n-gga, yeah he gon’ attack
yeah brand new whip, this sh-t matte black
i got too much green, my pockets real fat (who the f-ck you think you talking to, huh?)
he diss on the gang, lil n-gga get wrapped
yeah, just like a present
[?] to his man, got lil n-gga stressin’
yeah stop all that dissin’, gotta give him a lesson
i gave him my fye, now its doin’ some testing
lil day got racks, you know that im flexing
lil n-gga got mad ’cause his hoe keep textin’
yah yah, yo

- day10k

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