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letra de day before (demo) - young thug

[intro: young thug]
yeah
ayy
listen

[verse 1: young thug]
s-n-double-o-p, i’m a dizzog
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 ps saran’d on me
i had to hand out all the rooms so she can’t say i molested
i tried to take back all the watches, rings, and the necklaces
she said i’m takin’ full advantage ’cause i’m never stressin’
’cause i had feelings for this girl that barely owned a residence
don’t get me wrong ’cause it ain’t nothing ’bout they money, n-gga
i meant to tell you, since a kid, i been gettin’ my own figures
i was bringin’ in the racks and she was steady shopping
i’m talking big bills, all colors, n-gga, monopoly
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-ttin’, my diamonds green, p-ssy porta-potty, woah

[verse 2: mac miller]
yeah, b-tch talk to me while i’m sleepin’, yeah, yeah
swimmin’ in the linen like deep-end, yeah, yeah
all i ever 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 a 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, these b-tches turned it to a strip show
it’s what it is, though
yeah, yeah, it’s what it is, though, yeah, woah
leave me alone, take your ass home
if it ain’t another million, i ain’t pickin’ 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 shinin’, couldn’t tell you if it’s dark or not
just a couple things i thought about, yeah, yeah
[verse 3: trippie redd]
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

[outro: trippie redd]
i’m good, bro, what’s up?
no cap

- young thug

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