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letra de die today - no-uh

[verse 1 – no-uh]:

whipin’
whipin’ whipin’ whipin’
yeah, look i’m whippin’ down your block with a kilo
got the bandana tied like an old bandito
reveal the clip that’s tucked on the hip
have the muhf-ckin’ tech sing to ya like ceelo
pull up in the kia, treat it like a benzeno
keep it on the d-low, i’ve been duckin’ from my po
only blue cheese in my wallet when i tuck it my pocket
you would think a motherf-cka’ got bo
livin’ in the struggle, mentally i’m out in rio, wow
tell a shorty back it up, and i’ma beat those now
i get high until i’m lifted and i can’t come down
you know b-tches always b-tchin’, i don’t keep none round
so much time, we ain’t done, got that sauce on me, a1
i got used to thinkin’ ’bout you
but these b-tches go and they come
yeah these hoes come and they go
ain’t no loyalty in they soul
i’ma stay true to myself
y’all can keep playing your role

[chorus – no-uh]:

look, i’m hopin’ for a brighter day, brighter day
blowin’ out that smoke and watch it fly away (fly away)
and i can tell you p-ssy, i can see it from a mile away
woke up feeling grateful, ain’t no reason i won’t die today
hopin’ on a brighter day, brighter day
blowin’ out that smoke and watch it fly away (fly away)
and i can tell you p-ssy, i can see it from a mile away
woke up feeling grateful, ain’t no reason i won’t die today
motherf-ckin’ die today
yeah
just pray to god that i won’t die today
to see another day
yeah
pray to god that i won’t die today

[verse 2 – bentley browning]:

aye
bring it back to a bright day
broadway, gucci sun shades
aye uh
wearin my sh-t, like a front page
yuh
b-tch eat d-ck, guess its brat day aye
cute shawty in the back
keep the thang in my lap
ridin shotgun with a shotty
been a long day, where the bombay n-gg-
i dont like hoes, dont like n-gg-s either
crush a perky
line me up, high as fever meters
3 them b-tches, just like adidas
block hangin like a chandelier
i dont got time like orcarina
pour it up watch the foam fizzle
on my d-ck she wanna do the wiggle
like aye ow im f-cked up
can’t seem to focus
pills help when hopeless
tecs no iphone plus
3 xans in my orange crush
drip drip like the gold rush
pompeii bout to erupt
this 3k so dont freeze up
middle finger, its a reflex
we b-mpin
n we thuggin
wachu know about it
ain’t no reason that tonight won’t risk it all
ain’t no reason that tonight my fate won’t come lift me up

[chorus – no-uh]:

- no uh

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