Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Next Day, artist - Big Boi. Album song BOOMIVERSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitco, Purple Ribbon
Song language: English
Da Next Day |
I think it’s time for us to stir the pot |
Like the feelings in the bitter broad, because you hurt a lot |
And yes I’ve been abroad, because I work a lot |
See we done did it all, still busting like he jerk it out, it’s nothing |
Like riding a Huffy |
Or my little brother James out there slanging them puppies |
Slanging superstar dick 'til she say that she love me |
Rap’s Underground Railroad, but nothing’s above me, shit’s lovely |
We stay blooming like a Spring Break |
Flower child, Cadillac look like a cheese plate |
Crack a smile like a gator with his mouth closed |
Our crocodile’s from the Nile, yeah, we copped those |
Calendar book like library got shows |
You can ask my nigga Welch, these are not jokes |
Or you could ask for my help, I said the life boat |
A life raft for your rift-raft ass, I get classy |
Like you just got a scholarship |
Or like a Waffle House waitress with a dollar tip |
Don’t let them see you sweat, fuck all the parlor tricks |
Better gone, get some gold, fuck that dollar, bih |
Ill, Daddy Fat on the kill boy |
Keep the party going, never was a kill-joy |
I know you feel, boy, that’s me in third-person |
Sometimes I get beside myself, I call it soul searching |
Words in sentences in parentheses |
Everything quotable, bitch remember this |
And take these with ya |
Sack one, sack two in ya jaw on your knees wit' ya |
We spit universes, birthing worlds with words |
From darkness came the Big Boomiverse |
Facts: I never met my match |
But niggas now rather listen to the rumors first |
This shit’s empirical, they’re still fearing to the last bitch MC eliminated |
uses his dying breath to proclaim me the most lyrical |
God, they done damned up the flow, Sammed up the 'bo |
Came through the door saying this same shit before |
Fuck nigga, bring back hop-hip |
These suckas sound slow, but it don’t stop shit |
Damn sure not this |
What I know so far: true fusion only occurs at the heart of a star |