Testo Daydream - NLE Choppa
Testo della canzone Daydream (NLE Choppa), tratta dall'album All That Rap
Got my steeze on them keys
No cap
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy
Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke up in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even fuck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me (Ayy, ayy)
Bag on his hat, he gone in a day (He gone in a day)
We know where he at, and we know where he stay (We know where he stay)
Point him out, we attack, gun like, he lay (Brr, brr, brr)
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage (Rock out the stage)
And I'm goin' for seconds 'cause I just had a play (Yeah)
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the date?
Why did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I said I can't (Ayy, ayy)
Hop in the car, do a hundred in traffic
Ride too close, got to dumpin', he crash it
Take a look at my life, I been livin' too savage
She fuckin' on me 'cause a nigga got cabbage
Got a strategy for the opps, usin' my tactics
And I pay for a body when I get the backend
My Crips in the spot, they coolin', what's crackin'? (Ayy)
Them bodies droppin', givin' me satisfaction
Uh-uh-uh
Nah-nah-nah-nah, uh-uh-uh
Nah-nah-nah-nah, uh-uh-uh
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Stand-up nigga with his chest out
Bitch, y'all better stand down, we got gun rounds
Killers, they hit 'em, I give 'em the rundown
Nigga would've been dead, but he never come out
Bitch you know what I said, don't say what I'm talking 'bout, yeah-yeah
Drum on the Glock and that bitch is a four-oh
Try to reach for my chain, you know that's a no-no
Turn off the music, we stopping the show, bro
We gon' leave 'em extinct, that boy, he a dodo (Ayy, ayy)
Free my nigga, hope the judge get AIDS
Nigga comin' for me, better disengage
Pussy-ass nigga think this shit gravy (On god)
More guns than the army, military, navy
Bag on his hat, he gone in a day (He gone in a day)
We know where he at, and we know where he stay (We know where he stay)
Point him out, we attack, gun like, he lay (He lay)
And my bro got the gat while I rock out the stage (Rock out the stage)
And I'm goin' for seconds 'cause I just had a play (Uh huh)
Say you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the date?
Why did you kill 'em? I did it for Satan
They want me forgive 'em, but I said I can't (Ayy, ayy)
Daydream about the money (I'm daydreamin')
Then a nigga woke up in it (I woke in it)
Plenty losses in the game, didn't have much luck in it
Peep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain't even fuck with it
Mama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in me (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, grr
Ayy, grr
Ayy
Thug in me
It's up in me
NLE, Top Shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda
Mmm, brrt
Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Gunnlaugur Orri Sumarlidason, Noah Thomas Pettigrew, Stefan Vihelmsson
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