Correction Lyrics Broad Day by Kayla Nicole

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Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way

Sh*t, I'm diggin' this Bopete
I think this the one right here

Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

Slide down on my b*t*hes
I'ma up they send me automatic, I'm gon' blow
So b*t*hes know they want that smoke
And they can have it, b*t*hes kept but I get active
Want them blows like a crack addict
I won't tell you, once or twice
I send them birds, get the message
B*t*hes crazy but I'm stupid
Got no sense so I get ruthless
They ain't used to this, they grew up 'round that goofy sh*t
Solo, I hate groupie sh*t, my life be on some movie sh*t
New to this, but truth to this, bet they ain't know that I was next
Came to your city just to flex
Run down on a b*t*h, now I'm runnin' up checks
Been pa**in' these hoes like a [?] test
Can't leave my drip, that's viewer discretion
Been my own friend, no need no bestie
Had my own back when I had no back
Sh*t gettin' real so it gotta be said
Walk around wild full of deada** hands
Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

They been watchin' me and studyin'
I'm topic of discussion
No wonder b*t*hes keep failin' me
They suck at tryna up me
They can't learn me, I'm too different
Tryna follow, I keep skippin'
Ride the wave then you start slippin'
You can't keep up with this beat [?]
I'm too guaped up, I'm too pretty
I can't let that n***a near me
They don't hear me, they don't listen
When I take off, they gon' miss me
First he kiss me, now he diss me
Guess I hurt that n***a feelings
Tryna brag about his b*t*hes
I start braggin' 'bout my digits
Got more balls than I got feelin's
I shoot shots that kill these n***as
Bae them up like I'm gon' f**k
And when we link, his pocket's snuck
Got 'em slump without this coochie
Use a n***a 'fore he use me
He's a duckie, he's a groupie
Most of you n***as really lose us
Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

Ok, huh
That day in the court that I ran the case
All that slick sh*t, you ain't got no place
Kill who? Put it on the date
It ain't a race, I don't compete with nothin's
And f**k with me? I'ma show you somethin'
Plenty money, I don't want for nothin'
I ain't gon' pull it, but I ain't gon' take it from you
Aye (You know that), huh
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Me and K, we gon' air 'em down
F**k with 'em, I'ma air around
They ain't gon' took the crown
I'ma show 'em real what the [?]
You don't want it, all them f**kin' threats
Put a name on it, do your f**kin' best
I'ma change on it, in the court room I don' came on it
Cap on the out, she still the type to keep runnin' your mouth
What I'm about
That ain't a question you do know the route
Like f**k the a**umptions, uppin' us out
You did it in blood when you come to me
You beefin' with me, ain't a cup of tea
I'm talkin' 'bout heat when you f**k with me, huh
L'il b*t*h
Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

Bih, I'm on demand, now
I'm takin' over like I'm on [?]
I'm workin' hard, y'all been layin' down
I ain't bitin' sh*t, I got my own style
Still givin' b*t*hes the runaround
You ain't no boss, you a f**kin' clown
You ain't no sh*t, need to calm down
Hey, tell that l'il b*t*h she can calm down
You heard what I said, [?] for me to feel bad for the b*t*hes
The pressure, their future ended the pressure
You know that they need it, I know it's my time
You l'il b*t*hes really don't come with the beef
Know that I'm greedy, I'm not with the talkin'
I'm not with the preachin'
My back to the crop, they follow the leader
They copy and paste me and then I delete 'em

Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Beat out my case, ain't show no face
No court date 'cause I did the race
Ran to the back, now I run through states
Aye, gang

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