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letra de days before - mac miller

yeah
ayy
listen

s-n-double-o-p, i’m a dizz-og
sh-t, he was talking brazy, i ain’t lie, i knocked the n-gga off
i ain’t tryna give him a chance to k!ll me or take the stand on me
he know i just had a hundred-thousand piece saran’d on me
i had a hand out, dawg, we on some sh-t [?]
i tried to take back all the watches, rings, and the necklaces
she said i’m taking full advantage ’cause i’m never stressing
’cause i had feelings for this girl that daddy armed and restless
don’t get me wrong ’cause it ain’t nothing ’bout that money, n-gga
i meant to tell you, since a kid, i been getting my own figures
i was bringing in the racks and she was steady shopping
i’m talking big bills, all colors, n-gga, monolopy
i ain’t trippin’, b-tch, i’m sharper than a d-mn machete
super different, i even stood out on my own partners
since a kid, i been a dresser, thousand island
i was sh-tting, my diamonds green, p-ss, port-a-potty, woah

yeah
b-tch talk to me while i’m sleeping, yeah, yeah
swimming in the linen like deep-end, yeah, yeah
all i never needed was a alibi, yeah, yeah
i don’t need a motherf-cking reason, yeah
out of mind, so i keep a pizzy
everything a hundred, i don’t ever leave it fifty, yeah
did my own half-time, if i was simple
what the f-ck you think i’m rich for?
why you think i’m always talking sh-t, with my hand on my d-ck?
in the crib, this b-tch turn it to a strip show
it’s what it is, though
yeah, yeah, it’s what it is, though, yeah, whoa
leave me alone, take your ass home
if it ain’t another million, i ain’t picking up the phone
phony motherf-ckers always sittin’ on a throne
all i want’s some p-ssy, baby, give a dog a bone, yeah, yeah
i don’t need a lot but i got a lot
i don’t need a lot but i got a lot, yeah
two-hundred for the whip in the parking lot
everything cuttin’, turn this sh-t into a barbershop
swear i’m always shining, couldn’t tell you if it’s dark or not
just a couple things i thought about, yeah, yeah

how the f-ck you ever try to play me?
i thought you was my love, man, i even called you baby
you played me, went from my love to slim shady
now demonic thoughts in my head, this sh-t crazy
thanking god for everything i got, told him to save me
do whatever for my ogs, n-gga, that’s who raised me
you made me blind to reality, that sh-t fugazi
yeah, i said that sh-t is so fugazi
now i’m swervin’ round in this mercedes
yeah, you can love me or you hate me
he just mad ’cause that p-ssy n-gga ain’t me
i’m gettin’ money, i ain’t gon’ let that sh-t faze me

i’m good, bro, what’s up?
no cap

- mac miller

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