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letra de just another day - younghomiekay $

(ap$)
just another day in the life of a motherf-cking.. uh, n-gga just tryna get money

(intro)
gucci got me faded, fenty money got me lazy
boom bap the mispr-nounciate and my tongue aching
spitting rare sh-t like a stakelet
yo ass still on the grind like a fuccin skater
i’m big boss crip, i be copping payments
glock up on my arm, pin point aim it
sprained joint like yo spliff inflamed b-tch
seen dark days and i seen it muhfuccin rain b-tch

switch
(ap$ verse 1)
my lyrics like alternate universe and my spirit
shout a bit louder until you can hear it
got me on edge but i ain’t gon’ spear it
yo ass a spearmint and i’m a spare rib
magnificence off ritalin, healthy kid about my vitamin
i got cool visuals and effects forever rippling
believe it or not like ripleys
crips cause effects that fuccin crippling
connect some dots like stippling
i make it sweet and sour while it’s fuccin curdling
i jump over these barriers like hurdles b-tch , its austin powers
yah , save that motherf-cking version (haha)
i dont know if you caught that last few but.. urh, i’ma hit you with a next few
b-tch
(younghomiekay prodcued it)

(ap$ verse 2)
walking away with nothing but wins to my name
6 head shots left stained print in my brain
i’m fed up, hate being loved and love feeling pain
nah i ain’t no sad nicca, i’m petrol bomb with flames
percs take a percent of every fuccin day
reminds me of what use to be, seen fewer than those days
have a heart to heart with myself in a coma
vlone thug and i’m still all alone yah
twisting her spine like my bedroom the cobra
double cup slipping from the cup holder
return of general never been a soldier
i got diamonds in my t–th, you still growing molars
we opposite like you lacking ice, of course i am polar
switch up my flows and speeds, my gear stick bipolar
get up off the vibe and a little bit of coca
armenian b-tches fuccin on flights to europa
always remember the days when i was moving some soda
so much to scoop, i’mma need a digger loader
she saw me at the local bar and asked for a photo
she still a kid so i put on nicklodeon
(ap$ verse 3)
it’s fucced up what life offers as dares
and that you and yourself is the only nicca that cares
i ain’t saying i’m selfish, but i’d love to be wealthy
bosses don’t speak and i’m moving stealthy
dirty money through the systems filthy
throw 6 in and get to fizzling
3 point sure shot, i never dribbled it
rap sh-t like making and i’m scribbling
bullet buss and you hear that zing
she do anything for a line, even fucc and sing
but that’s not really where i’d like to be
casino lights and the dice dissecting me
yo d-ck ain’t big, that’s an infection g
always independent but hate when they neglecting me
running up the money like a centipede
see me anywhere and they respecting me

(outro)
(what they do?)
(they respecting me)
(younghomiekay produced that sh-t )

- younghomiekay

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