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letra de a day in the noya (fast) - luh tyler

[intro: luh tyler]
yeah, yeah, n-gga, yeah, yeah
zee, zee, phew
(xair, lemme get that motherf-cker)
yeah, skee, yeah
yo’ b-tch jumping on my trail, b-tch, get off my meat
yeah, yeah, n-gga, yeah
phew, phew, skee

[verse 1: luh tyler & l.o.e. shimmy]
i don’t really like to talk, no, i don’t wanna speak (no i don’t wanna speak)
yo’ b-tch jumping on my trail, b-tch, get off my meat (b-tch get off my meat)
i was down bad, now, i’m back up on my feet (i’m back up on my feet)
you ain’t got a bag, n-gga, you can’t get a feat’ (you can’t get a feat’)
got your b-tch tryna kick it like she bruce lee (like she bruce lee)
she just want me for that bag, you can’t use me (you can’t use me)
you ain’t tryna get no motion, n-gga, you sleep (n-gga you sleep)
came through sliding with l.o.e. shimmy, we just two deep (we just two deep)
we be staying out the way, n-gga, we don’t beef (n-gga we don’t beef)
and yo’ b-tch f-ckin’ with me, say she like my t–th (she said she like my t–th)
i’ma gorilla in the coupe like i’m chief keef (skrt, skrt)
n-gga blew up in this rap, you in disbelief (what the f-ck?)
take yo’ b-tch and beat her down like she was my child (yeah)
and yo’ b-tch gon’ wanna f-ck when she see my smile (n-gga, yeah)
n-gga know we dripped out, we stepping out in style (that’s fosho)
some of my n-ggas from the jungle, yeah, they living wild
some of my n-ggas from the jungle, yeah, they livin’ crazy (livin’ crazy)
i am not no justin bieber, b-tch can’t be my baby (can’t be my baby)
when we poppin’ out, you better hide your lady (better hide your lady)
smoking za and sipping drank, got me movin’ lazy (it got me movin’ lazy)
smoking za and sipping drank, got my eyes low (got my eyes low)
we passing through the school zone, you better ride slow (you better ride slow)
and we brought that ticket up, i need ’bout five more (i need ’bout five more)
when a n-gga get that check then it’s time to go (then it’s time to go)
man, yo’ b-tch gon’ hit her knees when she see that 20 (n-gga, yeah)
if you talking ’bout that cheese, n-gga, i got plenty (n-gga, yeah)
bad b-tch, she out the city, pull up to kissimmee (man, it’s me wit’ luh tyler, we rapping crocodile, n-gga)
swerving in a coupe, n-gga, me and shimmy (talkin’ all it)
[verse 2: l.o.e. shimmy & luh tyler]
when it come to moving pigeons, countin’ chicken, i got plenty (zee, zee)
if you want a boat, let’s see 2:30, meet me at the denny’s (meet me at the denny’s)
i just need a perc, a line of wok’, i don’t want no henny (on god)
we in tally, hope i don’t get stopped with this dirty semi (frr, bah, bah)
i might rock balenci’, i don’t rock no fendi (i don’t rock no fendi)
louie loafers wrapped in crocodile, won’t even crack a smile (won’t even crack a smile)
streets done did me dirty, hurt me, momma look how they did your child (look how they did me momma)
send sh-t to the sky, i don’t even lie, better check my fye (on god)
uh, better not try and touch my pendants
zombieland, i’m big lieutenant (i’m big lieutenant n-gga)
n-ggas tryna doubt like i ain’t the one, i’m startin’ to feel offended
why he keep the beef? just tryna hop on any beat and shred it (i just k!ll the beat)
pull up on the side of that car and frr, someone called a medic (frr, frr, frr)
ran up all this guap, i’m finna hit the top, just watch how i said it (ran up all the guap)
i’m still pushing loads, got 17 bowls in here like jj redd-ck
thought i was done but i’m still going in, this sh-t don’t end (still goin’)
if that work don’t lock up with that wrist then put your shoulder in
if that sh-t ain’t purple when i p-ss then go ahead and pour again (go ahead pour again)
if that rap don’t work out, how i think back to that stroll again (that rap don’t work how i think n-gga, c’mon)

- luh tyler

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