| Just a typical day in New York, you know what I’m sayin'
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| I’m high as fuck, yeah
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| Diamonds on me
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| Dropped out of school and bought myself a chain
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| I must’ve taught myself a million things
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| I’m out the trap, I can sell anything
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| I wish I would allow myself to hear that sold dream
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| I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
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| I told her Colgate, baby, you gotta keep your teeth straight
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| Yeah, bae, I’m flexing, ex textin' (hold on, woah I’m just textin')
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| Brand new 'Rari, Smith and Wesson (brand new 'Rari, woah, skrt)
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| Made myself a balla, want my credit, yuh
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| Speaking of credit, bailiff owe me, I got credit, yuh
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| Vrrrm, V12, y’all ain’t ready at all (skrt)
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| Trapping B’s, I’m like «hurry up and buy»
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| Extra Draco for my pops, 'cause his birthday 4th of July
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| I’m so busy it’s making me feel like I’m in and out my kids' lives (hey!)
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| (I'm the father of six babies)
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| Oooh
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| (you know what I’m sayin?)
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| New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Red bottoms, I’m kicking shit, I’m flossing on you fools
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| (flossin' on you)
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| Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit (cameltoe)
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| Rose gold my jewelry up, and I’m in and out it too (in and out it)
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| Fuck 'em by the two and let them travel with a few (fuck 'em hoes)
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| All this fuckin' money got me switchin' out my boo
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| I’m livin' right and I ain’t ever read a book
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| Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
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| The way I whip that pot, they charging me with cruelty, ayy
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| Yeah, don’t try to stop me, don’t you try to knock me
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| You see me got these crackers in the backpack
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| You gotta forgive my heart, I don’t mean to stunt like that
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| (I don’t mean to do that to you, you know what I’m sayin')
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| Red bottoms on, I’m at Met Gala (I'm 'bout to spaz)
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| Ain’t playin', yeah, I want every problem (bitch I’m 'bout to spaz)
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| Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar (snake, yeah)
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| Vintage swagger (vintage swag), head dollar (ain't playin')
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| Rock clean (rock clean), Balmains (c'mon let’s get it)
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| Vintage swag (just vintage hoe), New Celines (just want my glasses)
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| Hands dirty (hey), watch me turn 'em clean (clean, clean)
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| Lil shawty hot (magic), kerosene
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| I’ma kill by any means, favorite sound ching-ching
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| I spray her face with my genes, I’ma turn up with my team
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| New condo on 17th (new condo hoe)
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| I turn none to something (I turned nothin' to somethin')
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| AP match my jeans (AP)
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| , Converse is McQueen (woah)
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| Patek for my queen (swag), gambling for these coins
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| Mattress in front of the swing (uh-huh), private jet living (pussy ass nigga)
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| I’m on go like beam (I'm on go), new bag with no strings
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| I put ice in my cup, indoor pool, no chlorine
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| Dropped out of school and bought myself a chain
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| I must’ve taught myself a million things
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| I’m out the trap I can sell anything
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| I wish I would allow myself to hear that sold dream
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| I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
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| I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Red bottoms, I’m kicking shit, I’m flossing on you fools
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| (flossin' on you)
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| Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit (cameltoe)
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| Rose gold my jewelry up, and I’m in and out it too (in and out it)
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| Fuck 'em by the two and let them travel with a few |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daddy's Birthday , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Beautiful Thugger Girls, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп