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letra de bright day out - lil ebg

[chorus]
bright day, bright day out
young n-gga, just a young n-gga, what is you tam’ ’bout?
please don’t try me ’cause it can get dark out
i’m with chapo, we got a l!ck, then we pop out
bring that .223, what is you tam’ ’bout?
goin’ the right way, like i’m d-mn clockwise
can’t get caught, socks on the glock
but he came the wrong way and got popped (boom)
heard you was snitchin’, man, what is they tam’ ’bout?
i’m the sh-t anyway, it’s gon come out
said my brother was a b-tch, had to cut ’em off
sh-t hot, it don’t need no more hot-sauce
stick on me, i’on even wanna talk no more
this that babylife sh-t, come out, right or wrong

[verse]
heard you was pourin’ that deuce, you ain’t even pour a fo’
matter fact, you poured one and half, you a hoe
if the opps come out sidе, then they already know
for my momma, i’m just tryna stay strong
smokin’ papеrwoods, grabba f-ckin’ up my lungs
tried to catch you on the block, had to catch you at the show
man this sh-t f-cked up, free my brudda, bring him home
[?]
gotta go the police on the road (brr)
and these n-ggas scary, bring em out
swear to god, ian gotta lie no more
and yo b-tch [?] at my show
took his ass up, man that’s just how the game go
rico case, n-gga gotta lay low
don’t run the choppa, label
man these n-ggas be scared to face us
man that mac-10, ‘ill hit a hatter
karma gon’ hit a hater
man karma is a b-tch, when we love and we hate ’em
gettin’ all these checks, had to stack my paper up
swear to god, 100 shots gon’ make ’em scared of us
we gon’ show ’em it’s a bright day out, it’s a bright day out, huh
[chorus]
bright day, bright day out
young n-gga, just a young n-gga, what is you tam’ ’bout?
please don’t try me ’cause it can get dark out
i’m with chapo, we got a l!ck, then we pop out
bring that .223, what is you tam’ ’bout?
goin’ the right way, like i’m d-mn clockwise
can’t get caught, socks on the glock
but he came the wrong way and got popped (boom)
heard you was snitchin’, man, what is they tam’ ’bout?
i’m the sh-t anyway, it’s gon come out
said my brother was a b-tch, had to cut ’em off
sh-t hot, it don’t need no more hot-sauce
stick on me, i’on even wanna talk no more
this that babylife sh-t, come out, right or wrong

- lil ebg

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