Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MAYDAY, artist - Chase BDate of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MAYDAY |
| I can’t close my eyelids |
| Why? |
| 'Cause a young nigga off it, uh |
| I got the message like a prophet |
| I got the message like a (I got the message like a) |
| I got the message like a prophet, uh (Yeah) |
| Last year, made a big profit, uh (Yeah) |
| Big bands, put it in my wallet, uh |
| Smoking this gas got me coughing, yes, sir |
| If you talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (Bitch, bitch) |
| Yeah (Yeah), it’s a motherfucking stickup (Bitch) |
| Put your hands up or get hit up (Bah-bah) |
| I grew up a bad nigga (Yeah) |
| Section 8 baby (In the projects) |
| I was in the projects with the hitters (Hitters) |
| Now, I count bands, count figures (Chicken) |
| You don’t fuck with Sheck Wes? |
| Get the finger (Bitch) |
| Danced on a ho like Mike (Yes), danced on a ho like the wizard (Thriller) |
| My youngin heart cold like December (Bitch) |
| Streets done turned him to a killer |
| The car panoramic, all white, Ku Klux Klan-in' |
| I got in her panties, I didn’t eat the candy |
| The new one is Spanish |
| I hopped out the coupe, gave a rack to her grannie |
| I don’t do the bogus, ain’t tryna expose you |
| I didn’t even tell 'em your house was foreclosure, I didn’t even know |
| I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I thought that you fucked him |
| I owe you for life, and you won with no score |
| I hop off the jet, I hop on the boat |
| I’m smokin' Biscotti, it’s makin' me choke |
| I have afterparties and air out the parties |
| I’m drinkin' red, I don’t want no Bacardi |
| When I get the kids, you look so sorted |
| You look like you have a good time with your buddies |
| I know that you need a little break and they fussin' with you |
| It’s the oath to shoot out of the bucket with you |
| Need a nanny, I go Randy Savage |
| I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic |
| Got Daytonas, Breitlings, got Skeletons added |
| The shit don’t look average, I like how it’s setting |
| I’m checking the static, I’m checking the settings |
| This piece 'round my neck, eat while cookin' my patty |
| I’m hungry as fuck, 'bout to eat out her catty |
| I got the biggest spot inside the valley |
| I’m next to John Wall, I could throw him an alley |
| Run the play, boy, mansion is steppin' |
| I put on some ice, now I’m cold as an attic |
| I know how to fold, they took all my cash in |
| I know how to fish, I know that I’m rich |
| I poured an eight in a Sierra Mist |
| Ranned up some M’s, I don’t need a lick |
| Heard she was gone, I don’t see that bitch |
| I’m going dumb in a moshpit (Bitch) |
| If I’m out in the crowd, I lost it (Lost) |
| I can’t close my eyelids |
| Why? |
| 'Cause a young nigga off it, uh |
| I got the message like a prophet |
| I got the message like a (I got the message like a) |
| I got the message like a prophet, uh (Yeah) |
| Last year, made a big profit, uh (Yeah) |
| Big bands, put it in my wallet, uh |
| Smoking this gas got me coughing, yes, sir |
| If you talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (Bitch, bitch) |
| Yeah (Yeah), it’s a motherfucking stickup (Bitch) |
| Put your hands up or get hit up (Bah-bah) |
| I grew up a bad nigga (Yeah) |