| Up all night spendin' money 'til the next day
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| 'Til the next day
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| Spend a couple thousand, bet I make it back the next day
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| On the next day
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| Take your girl home, don’t call her back the next day
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| Or the next day
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| Up all night makin' money 'til the next day
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| 'Til the next day
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| Ooh I know you want it
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| But it’s gon' be a fee
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| Got a couple bitches in the whip down for a nigga scream yee
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| Real niggas stay shmoplifed down
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| Money comin' up, you can’t hold me down
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| Flow sharp, you gettin' cut
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| I’m makin' hits and you niggas makin' putts
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| And I, enter the pussy and I end up in the guts
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| And I, enter the club and I’m leavin' out with butts
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| And these niggas is jealous, not feeling niggas they sus
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| Niggas that bust, be honest it’s just us
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| The gang of shmop niggas, the only niggas I trust
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| I got the Rari shirt, tryna get the car to match
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| Shmoplife boys light it up like a match
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| The club lights, section straight to the back
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| And this jewelry and this mackin' make a bitch react
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| Bet a couple grand your man ain’t like this
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| Kobe Bryant on these beats, I can’t miss
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| Bombay straight to the face, we drank fifths
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| Got two chains on, Rolex on my wrist
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| I touched down in my city, I’m mobbin'
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| My day ones, that’s who I’m outside with
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| I got too many kicks in my closet
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| I got too much cash in my wallet
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| Stop tryna count the money I make
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| I don’t give a damn what none of ya’ll say
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| I’m turnt up bitch, I can’t feel my face
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| My Bapes are not laced, get out of my face
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| If you ain’t talkin' dollar signs
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| On the grind all the time, I be needin' mine
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| Got a line, all the fly shit that I be buyin'
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| And if you say you hot as me bitch you probably lyin'
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| Uh, back to the bank with this one
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| Can’t forget my name ain’t ranked for shit
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| One of the realest niggas out here
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| Smokin' some of that sticky when you out here
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| Hit me when you out here
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| Get me, with me
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| Fuckin' with you broke ass hatin' niggas
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| Couple shots to the face now I can’t remember
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| They don’t make 'em like me no mo'
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| I’m tryna see mo' dough like a casino though
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| He lyin', I’m mouthin' off
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| But I don’t see no dough
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| I’m tryna get it on, until I don’t see no mo'
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| Back on a mothafuckin' mind trip
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| Gone off the map
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| Nigga, Siri can’t find me
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| Tell 'em bring it back
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| Stupid hoes gon' rewind me
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| Steppin' on the track
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| Nike fucked around and signed me
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| I swear to God I’m reppin' gang shit
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| Finish line, same niggas who I came with |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Day, artist - Kool John. Album song Shmop City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп