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letra de rockstar lifestyle - dte lil dayday

[intro: dte lil dayday & scy jimm]
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ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
jimm, what it is, n-gga?

[verse 1: scy jimm]
f-ck a friday, me and dayday in this b-tch, it’s only sunday (hoo, hoo)
i got two hoes in the backseat of the coupe, we on the oneway (hoo)
i done sold a thousand grams, it’s only right i keep it 1k (on gang)
if i keep snappin’ like this, i know that i’m gon’ make it one day
could’ve been blew up, but i was busy tryna take some’ (i was busy tryna take somе sh-t)
i was outchea broke as f-ck, b-tch, i had to make somе’ (on gang, lil’ n-gga)
your dawg died, yeen ain’t tryna slide, you busy tryna make songs (how the f-ck?)
lil’ bruh in the cut with that frrt, he tryna face some’

[verse 2: dte lil dayday]
roll up, that sh-t get fish filleted (frrt), we take sh-t on dinner dates (oh, yeah)
oh, you must ain’t heard about the last n-gga? he couldn’t hit the brakes
that arp shoot very fast, n-gga, you better tie your lace (tapped)
we bent the block, ain’t no escape, he tried to run, he met the drac’ (come here)
so that’s another dirty ‘k, his bodybag got put away (most def’)
we shakin’ sh-t with .308s, that boy ain’t blow, he jumped the gate (oh, yeah)
i got the gas, could wake and bake, glock blow up the plug just for a plate (go get it)
stick and move, no time to waste, just poured up a four, i’m feelin’ great (yeah)
was on us, i did the chase, we burnin’ up, we got away (we geekin’)

[chorus: scy jimm]
look, rockstar lifestyle, i pray to god i make it (i pray to god i make it)
all these diamonds on me, dare one of you f-ck n-ggas try to take it (come here)
i’m a real trench baby, it’s in my blood, i ain’t gotta fake it (on god)
since he talkin’ to the pigs, we gon’ turn that n-gga ass to bacon (glaow, ayy)
[verse 3: scy jimm]
turn a b-tch ass ‘to some food (glaow, glaow, hoo)
n-ggas be cappin’ for the ‘net, they puttin’ on for views (on gang)
and i’m quick to up that heater (ayy), that’s why i be tryin’ to keep my cool (aight)
young n-gga world, all we know is get this money, break the rules
heavy motion, even when i’m sittin’ still, i’m makin’ moves, heavy motion, n-gga, uh
quick to f-ck a n-gga over (huh?), i put lean inside my soda (i put lean inside my sprite)
i’ll book a rapper and rob him, i couldn’t be no d-mn promoter (on gang, n-gga)
and my t-shirt slim fit, i came out the p-ssy a soldier (hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)
broke that sh-t inside her chest, my heart cold as north dakota (yeah)

[outro: scy jimm]
broke that sh-t inside her chest, my heart cold as north dakota

- dte lil dayday

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