Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song End of the Day , by - J NeatRelease date: 20.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
End of the Day |
| Yeah, Yeah |
| Oh, Oh yeah |
| Nigga it’s like that, it’s like doom doom doom |
| Bro my nigga |
| By all means you got my respect man |
| Ahhhh |
| End of The Day, I‘m gonna go and get paid |
| We poppin champagne |
| Whole lotta chains no slave |
| Up in the field, better play it safe |
| 'Cause any day could be your day |
| Get to the bag like Ándale |
| Man, this shit feel like a race |
| And I ain’t doin this shit for fame |
| I had to come up off a K |
| Cuz still drippin like the rain |
| Man these niggas don’t got no aim |
| You better not crash up in my lane |
| Too much money out there to make |
| I can’t put up with the fake |
| I know it’s real at the end of the day |
| Ay, at the end of the day |
| My shooters shoot when I say |
| I still turn the 4 into a 8 |
| My traphouse jump all day |
| These rickity racks, play with them don’t get attached |
| I get a bag no cap |
| I ain’t drippin bitch im splashin |
| Run up on me in the trap |
| Wipe your nose just like a napkin |
| In the bando with the mandems |
| I smoke cookie like i’m Santa |
| I sell white like Hannah Montana |
| And my bitch bad like Rihanna |
| End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid |
| Poppin champagne |
| Ho' lotta chains no slave |
| Up in the field, better play it safe |
| 'Cause any day could be your day |
| Get to the bag like Ándale |
| Man, this shit feel like a race |
| And I ain’t doin this shit for fame |
| I had to come up off a (?) |
| Cuz still drippin like the rain |
| And these niggas don’t got no aim |
| You better not crash up in my lane |
| Too much money i’m there to make |
| I can’t put up with the fake |
| I know it’s real at the end of the day |
| Uh, I know it’s real at the end of the day |
| Bro got a Glock with a whole lotta aim |
| Mixin exotic with no name |
| He savin a hole think he need him a cage |
| She want me or J Neat, man that battri they take |
| Make them fall down just like some rain |
| Ball a lot of bounce, yeah ain’t got no range |
| Get a big rack so it’s okay |
| You sayin you real and you so fake |
| Get to the bag ain’t go a bae |
| Look how much racks we had to take |
| Up in the trap, I had to stay |
| Flipping a pack like Ándale |
| We had choice but to get paid |
| Cro on the run dodging the rain |
| We living life at the end of the day |
| End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid |
| Poppin champagne |
| Ho' lotta chains no slave |
| Up in the field, better play it safe |
| 'Cause any day could be your day |
| Get to the bag like Ándale |
| Man, this shit feel like a race |
| And I ain’t doin this shit for fame |
| I had to come up off a (?) |
| Cuz still drippin like the rain |
| And these niggas don’t got no aim |
| You better not crash up in my lane |
| Too much money i’m there to make |
| I can’t put up with the fake |
| I know it’s real at the end of the day |